| Never told you how the ending was my favorite part
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| But you mean more to me than anything
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| Never speak up from the spirit that I feel behind my eyes
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| I just stay up late with all those things that make you wonder
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| What’s left when I’m dead
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| Or the time left between now and then
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| Give me all the things you never say anymore
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| All your adolescent eagerness
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| All the bitter thoughts get buried in the floor
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| Your empty words just fail to make you feel
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| Something close to something real
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| Like most people, always living in the dark
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| Like the things I never say
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| I don’t want this anymore |