| We shouldn’t bother at all
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| Now you’re in too deep
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| I never told you to fall
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| Now it feels so cheap
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| But if I make the call for this to end
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| Then I’d never get to feel the way your skin feels on my skin
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| Will you take my hand and bring me back to the way it burned the first day we
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| lit the match?
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| I love your sin, but I hate the taste
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| It’s so good, but it’s all a waste
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| I let it go. |
| I let it go
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| I can tell that you bite your tongue
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| So close, but it’s not enough
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| I let it go. |
| I let it go
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| Let it go!
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| Well I’ve been combing the depths of my own head but never seem to reach the
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| floor
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| My thoughts caught in the cut of your dress and the rest, so what’s left?
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| There’s no ink in the pen, it’s dry in the river and there’s only whiskey in
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| the well…
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| But I’m still gonna drink
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| That’s my confession and if you wanna share with me I swear I’ll never tell
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| Will you take my hand and bring me back to summers of falling asleep with my
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| dreams intact
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| You play pretend, I’ll lead you on
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| We’ll fake it and choose to say nothing at all
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| I love your sin, but I hate the taste
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| It’s so good, but it’s all a waste
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| I let it go. |
| I let it go
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| I can tell that you bite your tongue
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| It’s so close, but it’s not enough
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| I let it go. |
| I let it go
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| (Give in, give in)
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| I knew I would it’s too god damn good
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| Father! |
| Save me! |
| Make me clean again!
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| I was told your word was golden but I don’t feel any richer
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| Tape my mouth, make me silent
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| Listening only makes me sicker…
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| I love your sin, but I hate the taste
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| It’s so good, but it’s all a waste
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| I let it go. |
| I let it go
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| It’s so sick how you bite your tongue!
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| Closed lips lead to dying lungs
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| So let it go. |
| So let it go
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| Just let it go! |