| If there’s a million ways to say goodbye
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| And then I’ve practiced a million and one times
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| Yeah, read every card and letter that we wrote
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| Like who the fuck is that person I think I used to know?
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| And I’m not talkin' about you, I’m talkin' me
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| Like I’ve been oblivious, the changes that are happening
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| You ever wake up realizing that you fell off track?
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| Look in the mirror and you got a stranger looking back
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| Danger, danger, I’m really taking a toll this time
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| And I’m bettin' and I believe, so my principals tryna toll the line
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| I can’t complain because it’s probably just a phase
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| When I know I have to explain it to my friends and they won’t understand
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| Energy drained from tryna blow on the flame, but I suffocated the oxygen
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| I guess it didn’t go as planned
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| Standing at the years without a thought to where to go
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| They say the life is pain, so fuck it, there’s the road
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| Spare the show, 'cause we already know the ending, huh?
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| I heard the sound before I realized the door was shut
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| You know what? |
| I am fucked up
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| But more than that, I’m so done with wearing it like a fuckin' badge
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| I sold my soul but now I want it back
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| Tryna recapture the feelings that I used to have
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| Yeah, you want a martyr? |
| Then kill me first
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| They say the death is really feeling worse
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| But when I find out, I’ll let you know
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| I’m sorry, I’m not sorry for finally lettin' go
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| I want to let you go
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| But your love is all I know
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| Won’t you save me from my soul?
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| The hardest part is
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh, ooh
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| The hardest part is
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh, ooh
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| Yeah, and I know we probably could’ve work this out
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| The second time, the third time, the fourth time around
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| And it gets dizzy and then we back off, we act, wail, fuck up and then we back
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| on
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| Like how does that makes sense? |
| I’m tryna level here
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| I guess the water seeks its own and that’s been crystal clear
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| Today, to day is like the same and all the nerves are shut
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| Then slur talk got you thinkin', you ain’t heard a lot
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| I used to fear the day you leave, but now it’s worse to wait
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| And tear me up like I’ve been rubbing on this grip tape
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| I’m feeling misplaced, mismatched and misfiled
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| I miss the old me, miss love and miss smiles
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| Yeah, I can’t explain the way you pull the strings but
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| I’m not a puppet Geppetto, like what the fuck you think?
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| You want a ring but only run me 'round in circles for it
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| And got me stuck right in the middle, like a fucking chorus
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| Of course it’s not just you, I’ve got some issues too
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| But this is not some shit that I need to fix with you
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| You listen to all of these songs that you go find enlightenment
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| But you can’t even find me and I’m the one who writes it
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| So light this, fire burnt down the bridge
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| Cut these ties to the words on your lips
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| And next time you speak of me I’ll be gone, I’ll be, gone…
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| I want to let you go (Wanna let you know)
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| But your love is all I know (All I know)
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| Won’t you save me from my soul? |
| (Save me from my soul)
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| The hardest part is (Hardest part is)
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh, ooh
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| The hardest part is
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh, ooh
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| The hardest part is…
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| Save me from my soul
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| Save me from my soul
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| The hardest part is
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh, ooh
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| The hardest part is
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| Letting go, oh
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| Letting go, oh, ooh |