| We fade into nothing, an absolute end
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| We stare at the pieces, searching for something to mend
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| There’s a light in the distance, and I’m like a moth to the flame
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| Are we holding on to anything, or just going alone with the game?
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| The lines on my face, they tell me I’m wrong
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| The scars you’ve sustained don’t make me feel strong
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| How far should we go, when I already know there’s another man?
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| From all of my shame I won’t shy away
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| Cuz right down th line there’s nothing to say
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| It tars me apart, when I already know there’s another man
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| I look in the mirror, ashamed of my ways
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| I could have done something, but we can’t return to yesterday
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| So I live with my regret, and hope I can live with my flaws
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| It’s poetic justice at it’s best, here I stand but I’ll get no applause
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| The lines on my face, they tell me I’m wrong
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| The scars you’ve sustained don’t make me feel strong
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| How far should we go, when I already know there’s another man?
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| From all of my shame I won’t shy away
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| Cuz right down the line there’s nothing to say
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| It tears me apart, when I already know there’s another man
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| She’s got another man…
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| She’s got another man…
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| She’s got another man…
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| She’s got another man…
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| Oh, the lines on my face, they tell me I’m wrong
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| The scars you’ve sustained don’t make me feel strong
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| How far should we go, when I already know there’s another man?
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| From all of my shame I won’t shy away
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| Cuz right down the line there’s nothing to say
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| It tears me apart, when I already know there’s another man |