| And back to these cold shitty days in Portland,
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| Wishing I’d never come across your face,
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| Plagued by the memories of things unspoken,
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| Scared by thoughts of your father,
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| Made me look over the flaws of your nature.
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| Laying on your back became your only escape.
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| You feel so old, used, but not yet broken,
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| Not to think you have it all together.
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| I never planned to carry your burdens.
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| But this child was a mistake.
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| I knew from the moment I stepped off that plane,
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| we had no future.
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| How come your dreams are always so bitter?
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| And who knows,
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| maybe one day,
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| she will know my name.
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| You still return to the same skylines,
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| that leave you broken.
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| Cheap talks with even cheaper company.
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| Keeps the days turning into nights.
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| You lay awake crying cause your child,
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| carries my name,
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| while I regret ever making you apart of my life.
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| Sadly enough,
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| this song’s not to hurt you,
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| just to show the world that I’m free.
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| I knew from the moment I stepped off that plane,
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| we had no future.
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| How come your dreams are always so bitter?.
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| And who knows,
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| maybe one day,
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| she will know my name.
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| She’ll know.
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| She will know. |