| It’s leaving the taste of something bitter on my tongue
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| I’m leaving a letter full of reasons along with a line that starts to blur
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| Into a page that says you faded way too young
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| Cause you’re leaving something short of innocent
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| I’m still thinking of the times we should of spent
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| It’s as if this form of treason crawled up deep inside your head
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| And left you notes on how to keep your insides dead
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| If I had any other heart if any other piece spoke louder
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| If I had any other hands I wouldn’t need the voice to tell
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| The world about the coward that refuses to stand and claim the blood on your
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| hands
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| If I had any other heart beside my own we might have left you cold
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| I’m handed a book about instructions on when I should know to go
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| And tracing my fingers down the binding I get cold
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| Cause I’ve been this awful shade of lonely since your reasons left the room
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| And I’d see everything get warmer if you decide to follow suit
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| If I could paint the town with all your good intent
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| I’d leave these walls as red as my eyes could have been
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| While picking comfort for my Father for a place to rest his head
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| Well Tallahassee will stay gray outside instead
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| If I had any other heart if any other piece spoke louder
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| If I had any other hands I wouldn’t need the voice to tell
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| The world about the coward that refuses to stand and claim the blood on your
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| hands
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| If I had any other heart beside my own we might have left you cold
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| If I were king of the world and I could build you a day
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| I’d smile just to rip it all away
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| I would to blaze a memory in your head that screams about regret
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| If I had any other heart if any other piece spoke louder
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| If I had any other hands I wouldn’t need the voice to tell
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| The world about the coward that refuses to stand and claim the blood on your
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| hands
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| If I had any other heart beside my own we might have left you cold |