| I sit up all night, writing songs for you
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| You breathe them in and out but they do nothing for you
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| It’s hard when I’ve spent so long creating perfection
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| I give up these words just for a simple taste
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| So you ask me to leave now
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| Before I get out of hand
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| So I exit this rusted door
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| But the pavement starts to fade
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| It’s like I’m always drawn back to you
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| We’re just turning back the page
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| So you ask me to leave now
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| I try to remove this kiss but the lipstick won’t rub off
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| You’ve left your imprint on me so there’s nothing else but you
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| So you ask me to leave now
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| Before I get out of hand
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| So I exit this rusted door
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| But the pavement starts to fade
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| It’s like I’m always drawn back to you
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| We’re just turning back the page
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| So you ask me to leave now
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle that can save me from your cruel love
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| Yes, I need a miracle |