| Sometimes i pray for rain
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| To come and wash away
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| What little left remains
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| So i don’t have to say
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| What we already know
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| There’s nothing left show
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| For the part of me i lost
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| And the identity it
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| Cost too much for me to
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| Run from us
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| It’s your turn to fuck it up
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| It’s your turn to hang it up first
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| So i’m staying on the phone
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| Waiting for the dial tone
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| Too little far too late
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| It didn’t have to end this way
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| Now we cannot be saved
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| And i am not the same
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| Doesn’t matter who’s to blame?
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| My heart was yours to cross
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| It’s too bad you did it
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| Cost too much for me to
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| Run from us
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| And it’s your turn to fuck it up
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| It’s your turn to hang it up first
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| So i’m staying on the phone
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| Waiting for the dial tone
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| I’m fine no desire to work it out
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| Time for you step it up, and let me down
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| I need you to mess it up
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| so i don’t have to
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| Please just say something
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| It cost too much for me to run
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| from us and it’s
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| your turn to fuck it up
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| It’s your turn to hang it up first
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| So i’m staying on the phone
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| Waiting for the dial tone
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| It cost too much for me to run
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| from us and it’s
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| your turn to fuck it up
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| It’s your turn to hang it up first
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| So i’m staying on the phone
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| Waiting for the dial tone
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| I’ll stay up all night
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| Waiting for the dial tone
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| I’ll spend my whole life
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| Waiting for the dial tone |