| So in the end, time will heal
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| But please try to comprehend
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| How your words can make me feel
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| Cause I can’t pretend, when I’m coming home again
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| That the street lights fail to blind me from the rain
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| Is this how to handle this?
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| Is this really now that I strangle this?
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| It mesmerised in me
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| Do your palms really shake for this?
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| Do your hands really clench for this?
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| It just seems so dead to me
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| What would you say?
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| What would you do?
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| Would you throw it all away for this love I’m hiding too?
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| How does it taste when the fires inside of you
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| Don’t you feel the aching when your secrets are the truth?
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| Baby is this heartburn, maybe this is heartburn
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| I can feel my heartburn for you
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| But it’s you that makes my heartburn
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| I know this heartburn
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| And I don’t wanna this heartburn from you
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| (Do your palms really shake for this?
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| Do your hands really clench for this?)
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| Baby is this heartburn, maybe this is heartburn
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| I can feel my heartburn for you
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| But it’s you that makes my heartburn
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| I know this is heartburn
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| I don’t wanna this heartburn from you |