| I am bleeding through
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| Writing songs for you
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| If I could say what I felt
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| Then I would draw for you
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| I’m just a boy letting go of his heart
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| Because the days are like knives
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| And the knives are so sharp
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| One more kiss — so I don’t forget
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| And then I’ll open my arms
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| To embrace the regret
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| Fragile dreams — fistfight kings
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| Slowdance queens…
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| Oh pick me please
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| Sending «get well» cards to former stars
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| 'Cause I know how it feels
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| To have fallen so far
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| Talentless yet nothingless
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| Than hopelessly in awe of you
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| I want nostalgia forever
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| If we throw this life away
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| Will we ever have to live again?
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| Say «no» and I’m all yours
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| Say «yes» and I’ll still pull
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| Tell the boys I’ll see them soon
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| Your lips were the softest yet
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| North, east, south and west…
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| I gave you my very best
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| I left my heart in yesterday
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| (Remember how it used to be)
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| I shot myself full of memory
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| (Before the world turned on me?)
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| Forget what you know
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| Forget that it hurts
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| The «new days» are coming…
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| They’re getting worse
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| I am bleeding through
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| Writing songs for you
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| They’re all for you |