| You’ve turned this city of millions
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| Into a dead end town of one
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| And every day here’s a Monday
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| With no hope of Friday while you’re gone
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| You’re two steps past leaving
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| I’m one breath from dying
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| But I could rise from the ashes
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| I just need to start the right fire
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| I let the car graze my skin
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| I left my neck bare
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| I let the car graze my skin
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| I left my neck bare
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| You turned my wasteland to wonder
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| Then you turned it back again
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| Now my beds a graveyard of kisses
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| After all the near misses I don’t know pain
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| You’re two steps past leaving
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| I’m one breath from dying
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| But I could rise from the ashes
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| I just need to start the right fire
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| And I’ll be fine the world is all before me
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| Oh I’ll be fine there’s more of you
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| I let the car graze my skin
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| I left my neck bare
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| I let the car graze my skin
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there
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| I left my neck bare
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| I just had to feel something then
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| I just had to feel something there |