| It’s so easy to walk out the door
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| Forgetting your heart makes you proud
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| I can’t quite get a grip on the last time
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| Repetition fails me
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| I can’t fit in anyones shoes but my own
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| Don’t take this the wrong way
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| But I’m done trying to make it
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| How does it feel to be out on your own?
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| We forget
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| Chasing the temporary
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| Putting you back on the map
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| We forget
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| I’m done trying to make it and now I’m supposed to care?
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| Left standing over the evidence
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| We did it all for you
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| I’m no good to you
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| I can’t fit in anyones shoes but my own
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| Don’t take this the wrong way
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| But I’m done trying to make it
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| How do you sleep at night waiting on a cure?
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| We forget
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| Phone calls that never came, putting this in to perspective
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| We forget
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| Half of knowing what you want is knowing who you are
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| We forget
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| Never thought I’d hear you say, «let's get to catching up.»
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| I am dead
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| I am gone
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| I can’t fit in anyones shoes but my own
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| Don’t take this the wrong way
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| But I’m done trying to make it
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| I’m done trying to make it
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| Let the past be the past as we learn from our mistakes
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| Won’t dig another grave
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| Let the past be the past
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| Let the past be the past |