| Spit it out, the sad truth
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| One of many secrets we acquired in youth
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| My dirty clothes
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| Lately I keep 'em in the luggage that you to gave me
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| With a little luck, one night
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| We’ll drink together in a different light
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| Our heads down, our ears ring
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| We only see angels when we both believe
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| Take me, take mine, hide it away
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| Take me, take mine, hide it away
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| Spit it up, the right words
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| Of course we always keep 'em where we know it hurts
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| The little things you did too
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| I’d almost still believe if it weren’t for you
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| Take me, take mine, hide it away, hide it away (so late)
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| Take me, take mine, hide it away
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| Hide it away (So late)
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| You said «Surround me when it’s over, I can’t stand it another night»
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| Forever now and definitely sober
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| When we stare in a different light
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| Spit it out, the sad truth
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| One of many secrets we acquired in youth
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| The right words
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| Lately I keep 'em in the luggage that you gave to me
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| Take me, take my hurting away (so late)
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| Take me, take my hurting away, hurting away (so late)
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| Take me, take mine, hide it away (so late)
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| Take me take my hurting away, hide it away (so late) |