| Caught crying at the bar
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| As your friends danced from afar
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| Your necklace hides the scars
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| Where seventeen ripped you apart
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| You said, «If this year’s like the past
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| Well I don’t think I could last.»
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| Cause now your head and your heart are coming apart
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| And falling far from view
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| Your head and your heart are coming apart
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| You said you’d made it through
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| All the hurt and the harm
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| It’s tattooed on your arm:
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| It doesn’t make it true
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| Because your head and your heart are coming apart
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| And falling far from view
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| Your feet move awfully fast like
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| Someone on the run from her past
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| Your heart beats kinda hard
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| Like one that’s spent time apart
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| You said, «If this years like the past
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| Well, I don’t think I could last.»
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| I’ve seen happy people, but
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| Only from afar
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| Now you talk like something’s missing
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| Those lips too used to kissing
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| They shiver while you cry
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| Did you think they’d kiss me goodbye? |