| I wrote this song
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| A thousand times
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| Cause all the messes that I make are getting difficult to hide
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| I take my life
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| I box it up
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| I light a match and take a breath and watch the flames do what they want
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| When I was really young
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| My father taught me that a fire cleanses everything
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| A fresh set of your dreams
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| But now the smoke is filling up my lungs and I’m, I’m suffocating
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| I know what you did
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| I can’t believe you right now
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| You had a second chance you fucked it up again, oh no
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| I love what we had
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| But I don’t need another friend
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| I got a second chance to make it
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| I’m jumping off the ledge
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| I wish I knew
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| What people felt
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| I wish that I could hear what you do when I open up my mouth
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| I thought by now
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| I’d know who I am
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| But maybe growing up is realizing you’ll never understand
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| When I was 21I'd waste my nights getting drunk in a Tustin living room
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| My mattress on the floor
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| But now I need something stronger just to get me there
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| And I’m disintegrating
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| I know what you did
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| I can’t believe you right now
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| You had a second chance you fucked it up again oh no
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| I love what we had
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| But I don’t need another friend
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| I got a second chance to make it
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| I’m jumping off the ledge
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| This is my
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| This my last
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| This is my
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| This my chance
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| This is my last second chance to prove
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| This is my
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| This my last
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| This is my last second chance
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| This is my last second chance to prove
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| That I’m not you
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| That I’m not you
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| That I’m not you
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| Last second chance to prove
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| Last second chance to prove
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| That I’m not you
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| I know what you did
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| I can’t believe you right now
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| You had a second chance you fucked it up again, oh no
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| I love what we had
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| But I don’t need another friend
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| I got a second chance, to make it, I’m jumping off the ledge
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| I’m jumping off the ledge |