| 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
|
| Into the void and then I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I kill myself in small amounts
|
| In each relationship, it’s not about love
|
| Just another funeral
|
| And just another girl left in tears
|
| Waiting
|
| With the sound turned off, I’m waiting
|
| Like a glass balloon, I’m fading
|
| Into the void and then I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
|
| I’m waiting
|
| Waiting
|
| I’m fading
|
| I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
|
| They said that hell’s not hot
|
| 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 |