| You’re on the phone with someone who doesn’t know
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| About your soul, and how it can’t be held by flesh and bone
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| And I guess that’s fine
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| I would never want you to stop your life
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| But when I saw you both, with your shoulders touching
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| Sitting so close
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| I knew I’d hold on to this feeling
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| I’d hold on to anything at all
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| Was it my fault?
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| Because I easily confused you
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| For someone who would hold my hand
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| When things got hard, when things got dark
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| Because oh my God, when they get dark
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| They get so dark
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| You were always a shitty friend
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| And you would leave when I got sick
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| You never called me on my birthday
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| I want to call you on your birthday
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| So I’ll hold on to this feeling
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| I’ll hold on to this hate
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| For as long as I need for it to help me |