| Broken pieces
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| Left without feeling, again
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| And it won’t be the last time
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| Much broken theory
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| As love’s legs run weary
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| Over empty space
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| And the troubles that remain
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| In your hair
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| On your skin
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| Behind your eyes when you sleep
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| As you wonder if you’ll ever love again
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| Through these…
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| Days and nights, spent alone, thinking of no one
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| The factory, of you and me, diminished long ago
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| Tick tock, head lock
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| Time is all I’ve got to show now
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| Days and nights, spent alone, thinking of no one
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| Save the tears, maybe we’re, better off alone
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| But if you like, you can try to revive my smile, my smile
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| This could be what I need
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| But it could amount to nothing
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| And I’ve come too far for things to come undone
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| For what it’s worth, I’m sorry
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| I wish someone could love me
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| But it’s the consequences that I’m running from
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| Through these…
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| Love proof
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| Empty now
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| Learning how to live without
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| Brick by brick
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| Pulled apart
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| The disassembly of a heart
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| Lights on, lights off
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| As the days and nights blur into one
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| Through these… |