| Forget my name, forget my number
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| Please pass on invitations that never should have came
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| You’re that memory I never meant to birth
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| You’re that last memory
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| Sharp features pollute a worthy face
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| Disgraceful disaster, miserble results disasterful for now and after
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| You’re that memory I never meant to birth
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| One more word alone and I’ll grind down to the bone
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| The lines up and down tell our tales
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| Blades meant to leave exits and trails
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| And you tell me you have no idea that you have
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| No reason, no way of knowing
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| Whether one last season is coming or going
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| I liked you more before I knew who you were
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| Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end
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| Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend
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| Chances I never take expose the smiles
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| That make my spirit shake
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| I may need that exit on second thought
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| I never asked your opinions
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| Or meant to sell all half-truths you bought
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| Feel me, why won’t you want me?
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| When will you need me?
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| I wish you’d forget me |