| The tears suspend.
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| Smiles are not more than (empty love)
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| Locked doors can keep you alone
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| Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that’s no longer your home
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| Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
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| Thanks again for my misery. |
| And you run with fake friends
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| I’m sick of your sad songs and sing alongs.
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| I kind of like it when things are wrong.
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| Straight from left end,
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| They’ll shout corrections,
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| And I’ll decline, I’ll decline
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| A source of comfort or some protection
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| And I’ll decline
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| Smiles are not more than (empty love)
|
| Locked doors can keep you alone
|
| Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that’s no longer your home
|
| Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends
|
| Thanks again for my misery. |
| And you run with fake friends
|
| I’m sick of your sad songs and sing alongs.
|
| I kind of like it when things are wrong.
|
| Straight from left end,
|
| They’ll shout corrections,
|
| And I’ll decline, I’ll decline
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| A source of comfort or some protection
|
| And I’ll decline
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| In your throat
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| You will see
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| Surface relocated
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| Therapy.
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| All I taste of today
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| Is the shame (of) my whore prety
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| All I know are apologies
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| Do you feel the shame? |