| In the past the empty bottles, see through your sympathy.
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| I’d rather be taking sorry’s from the manor of the adam’s street.
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| You spit out your words with a terrible stutter,
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| With feelings that a stories like a cheating disease.
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| If I can’t trust you, how can I trust the conner chasing me?
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| So don’t sell me out.
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| 'cause I’m worth more than the finger that is bearing your class ring.
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| Chase the drinks you can’t control,
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| Hide your hands behind your head.
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| Holding my hand, make sure no one sees the stings attached to them.
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| You run with the pack, with the running obsessions,
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| Hold your breathe when you’ve lost your way.
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| Lie to me again and you’ve lost her,
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| Now the place to stay.
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| So don’t sell me out.
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| 'cause I’m worth more than the finger that is bearing your class ring.
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| If you want a battle, just don’t bother reconcile.
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| I’m the giant in the ring and I’ll call you out,
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| Like a lie.
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| Give me reason to beleive all the things that you told me.
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| That you told, that the walls were closer.
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| So much closer to you than I’ve ever been.
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| I can’t risk it. |
| My insanities losing it’s eyes now.
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| I can’t wait 'til the winter is over,
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| 'Til it’s over and I can just sit back, relax.
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| So don’t sell me out.
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| 'cause I’m worth more than the finger that is bearing your class ring.
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| If you want a battle, just don’t bother reconcile.
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| I’m the giant in the ring and I will call you out,
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| Like the…
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| (So don’t sell me out.
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| 'cause I’m worth more than the finger that is bearing your class ring)
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| Give me reason to beleive all the things that you told me.
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| That you told, that the walls were closer.
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| So much closer to you than I’v ever been.
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| If you want a battle, just don’t bother reconcile.
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| I’m the giant in the ring and I will call you out,
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| Like a lie. |