| I roll over and go to reach for you, you’re gone
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| This bed’s empty without you
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| You said you’re moving on
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| But I’m having some trouble getting there
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| But dwelling ain’t getting me, uhh, anywhere
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| F*ckin' Valentine’s Day
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| F*ck February, stuffed teddy bear, guts everywhere
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| Machete on the floor I smashed up everywhere
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| Yeah, how do I look?
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| You f*ckin' just let me here to die didn’t you?
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| Why didn’t you respond yet?
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| I’ve written you five or six different times and
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| I’m gettin' sick and tired of always apologizing to you
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| I didn’t do shit to deserve what you’re puttin' me through
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| This couldn’t be true, we can’t be over
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| So violets are blue, roses are red
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| Why is it everything I do I’m reminded of you?
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| Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night
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| I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light
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| Saw my old sweetheart she said, «honey, I’m back»
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| Just so you don’t die alone, just so you don’t die alone
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| Guess I gotta deal with the fact that, you ain’t never comin' back
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| Now every woman that I look at I’m lookin' for you
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| So I’m findin' something the matter with them
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| Excuse to not see anyone
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| Useless, rather pick up the phone, not at all, followin' protocol
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| I get bowled like bowling balls
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| No calls and know to call to talk, forget what I want to say
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| Damnit I’m drawin' blanks like I’m playin' hangman
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| I’m sick of playin' these games, I can’t handle this heartbreak
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| It’s makin' me wanna blow out my brains
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| Like birthday cake candles
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| Hang up the phone and I shake, I think I may have made a mistake
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| Can’t escape the madness
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| Turn the radio on, I hate this sad song
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| But I can’t even change the station
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| The same one’s playin' on eight channels
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| I lay awake in shambles I’m startin to hallucinate
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| And I’m havin' all these visions of us at each other’s wakes
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| In caskets and suddenly I wake and that’s when I know I
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| Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night
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| I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light
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| Saw my old sweetheart she said, «honey, I’m back»
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| Just so you don’t die alone, just so you don’t die alone
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| Give me one more, bottle for the pain
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| Give me one more for the memories
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| Give me one more, I’ll make it taste like a steak
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| It’ll help alleviate
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| It’ll soothe this ache
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| Of trying to fake
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| That she’s really, she’s really coming back
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| And it’s been a while now, but I finally realize how
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| Much reality s*cks, but it’s just something about our love
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| I’m still with in denial now, dealing with the finality of it
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| And it’s making me crazy thinking of the days we, spent
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| And how I’ll never hold you again
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| And there ain’t sh*t I can do about it
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| Now my head is overcrowded
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| With these tired memories and I can’t seem to get you out it
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| And how the f*ck do you sleep comfortably
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| Knowing what you done did to me, huh?
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| Did it even occur to you that I loved you, huh?
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| Complete, madly, head over heels for you
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| Was you and me, wants us to be together forever
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| It was supposed to be us, but you crushed the dream
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| We was supposed to die together, and it’s killing me so much
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| When I sleep I wake up dead, must be why I
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| Saw two white coffins in my dreams last night
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| I saw my Lord Jesus with his hands pointing toward the light
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| Saw my old sweetheart she said, «honey, I’m back»
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| Just so you don’t die alone, just so you don’t die alone |