| I don’t regret it
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| That’s a weak emotion
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| But when I think of you
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| I weaken so much
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| It’s like every time I tried
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| You cut us up
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| Like you was made of cyanide, buttercup
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| When I tried to pull you up
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| You tried to tear me down
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| I stopped caring your were mad
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| 'Cause it would wear me out
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| You’re like a villain in a way
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| Like beneath you are a weapon
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| It’s like everything about you’s a rebellion
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| And I don’t think you know it but you’re —
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| You’re like an enemy
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| I’ve got a grave of dead wishes in my head
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| About the sunrises we won’t rise beneath
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| I wanna save this fiction in my head
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| But I can’t shake this vision of ledge
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| When I tried to pull you up
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| You tried to tear me down
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| I stopped caring your were mad
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| 'Cause it would wear me out
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| You’re like a villain in a way
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| Like beneath you are a weapon
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| It’s like everything about you’s a rebellion
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| And I don’t think you know it but you’re —
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| You’re like an enemy |