I kill myself in small amounts
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In each relationship, it’s not about love
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Just another funeral
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And just another girl left in tears
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And I’m waiting
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With the sound turned off, I’m waiting
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Like a glass balloon, I’m fading
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Into the void and then I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
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They said that hell’s not hot
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They said that hell’s not hot
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I gave my soul to someone else
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She must have known that it was already sold
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But it was never about her
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It was about the hurt
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So, I’m waiting
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With the sound turned off, I’m waiting
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Like a glass balloon, I’m fading
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Into the void and then I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
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I kill myself in small amounts
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In each relationship, it’s not about love
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Just another funeral
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And just another girl left in tears
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Waiting
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With the sound turned off, I’m waiting
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Like a glass balloon, I’m fading
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Into the void and then I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
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I’m waiting
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Waiting
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I’m fading
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I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
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They said that hell’s not hot
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They said that hell’s not hot
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They said that hell’s not hot
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They said that hell’s not hot |