| Your face lied and I believed it
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| You let me roll with what you think I know
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| Doesn’t change the fact that you feel what you’re feeling
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| Don’t know if you’ll say it though
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| Yes I cut my existential dreads off
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| It’s funny that you ask why
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| Didn’t think you cared when you took off
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| I guess I haven’t let you go yet
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| All that time spent dying to forget, now i’m trying to remember
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| As if there’s something that the lies couldn’t get to, lying at the center
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| Been calling since the time of regret
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| Been sending messages, leaving voicemails
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| Damn near knocking the door down
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| Tryna come to
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| I guess you haven’t let me go yet
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| You pulled me to the corners of your eyes and I found your tears hiding
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| I chased you to the ends of your fingertips, trying to do the right thing
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| I twisted away using time as my excuse
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| I left the weight of untying on you
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| I’m sorry if i made you feel like you couldn’t say the truth
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| Tell me how you feel now
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| I’m sorry that you picked up the phone
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| I’m sorry that I picked up the pain
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| And painted my way back into your picture
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| Tryna come to |