| You tempt me with your wild ride
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| Living in the darkness of the shadow by your side
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| But for all I give and what I gave
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| There’s little to be seen of the thanks that you’ve made
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| And I don’t wanna be towed like baggage
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| Or left behind like the wreckage
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| Maybe I could be loved as a means to an end
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| Like collateral damage
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| Alone I wait through the weeks
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| But no word is louder than your silence speaks
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| If I close mine will yours repeat
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| The action of a heart accepting defeat?
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| I don’t wanna be towed like baggage
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| Or left behind like the wreckage
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| Maybe I could be loved as a means to an end
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| Like collateral damage
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| And if I move on and shut you out
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| Held up with pieces that will fail without doubt
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| And you open up for me again
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| And foolish I fall, learning nothing from where we’ve been
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| I don’t wanna be towed like baggage
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| Or left behind like the wreckage
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| Maybe I could be loved as a means to an end
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| Like collateral damage
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| I don’t wanna be held so careful
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| Or brushed aside too fragile
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| I just need to be loved like something that mattered
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| Like collateral damage |