| Never thought I’d say it till the end
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| It goes way down, makes no sense
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| And all the times you turn to run away
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| When you bitch about the times
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| The times I still hold dear
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| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay
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| It won’t keep me near you
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| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay
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| Never thought I’d say it till the end
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| It goes way down, makes no sense
|
| And all the times you turn to run away
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| When you bitch about the times
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| The times I still hold dear
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| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay
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| It won’t keep me near you
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| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay
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| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay now
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| Never thought I’d say it till the end
|
| It goes way down, makes no sense
|
| And all the times you turn to run away
|
| When you bitch about the times
|
| The times I still hold dear
|
| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay
|
| It won’t keep me near you
|
| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay
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| Lately I’m sure words won’t implore you to stay now |