| It’s getting harder for me to be alright
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| My eyes adjusting to the dark
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| The momentum of all these last resorts
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| Built inside of me
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| I always believed there was a way
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| To get out of end times
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| Everything I was or said I am
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| Breaking inside of me
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| I hope you’ll think of me one day
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| But even in my dreams
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| I wasn’t good to you
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| I know I’ll fall apart someday
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| But even in my dreams
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| I’ve always avoided you
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| I see a rose and feel disdain
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| The adoration and boredom of it
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| All the tired repose that it gives
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| Dead and meaningless
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| I don’t wanna be bitter anymore
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| Bitterness is the sin
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| I wanna be soft and innocent
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| Soft as any palm
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| I hope you’ll think of me one day
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| But even in my dreams
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| I wasn’t good to you
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| I know I’ll fall apart someday
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| But even in my dreams
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| I never trusted you
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| Just got into town
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| I passed by your house last night
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| No light
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| Don’t ever come back
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| Don’t ever come back to me, I’ve gone
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| Never
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| And my whole life looking for something to love
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| And I can’t find that thing, oh no
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| To love
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| The bad thing
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please, please
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please, please
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please, please
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please, please
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please turn away the bad thing
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| Please turn away the bad thing |