| I’m looking at an old photograph
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| What a worn-out memory still causing butterflies in me
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| How can I forget those words that shattered my whole world?
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| Distorted images flashing by, don’t take it in, it’s all a lie
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| Can you breathe into me, oh?
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| I’m trying to let go, let go, fighting demons in the dark
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| I’m gonna tear down these walls
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| I’m trying to let go, let go, buried so deep inside me
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| What a saddened memory, memory
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| Memory, memory
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| Memory, memory
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| I’m trying to remember everything
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| To make sense of all the trauma, will this ever be over?
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| I always look back with regret, I always blame myself in the end
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| Disturbing memories circling my head like vultures
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| Can you breathe into me, oh?
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| I’m trying to let go, let go, fighting demons in the dark
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| I’m gonna tear down these walls, tear down these walls
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| I’m trying to let go, let go, buried so deep inside me
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| What a saddened memory, memory
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| I’ll crush these walls like a cyclone, oh
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| 'Cause I can’t breathe on my own
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| I’m missing you, no, I don’t
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| I’m missing you, no, I don’t
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| Can you breathe into me, oh?
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| I’m trying to let go, let go, fighting demons in the dark
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| I’m gonna tear down these walls, tear down these walls
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| I’m trying to let go, let go, buried so deep inside me
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| What a saddened memory, memory
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| Memory, memory
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| Memory, memory |