| Maybe I’m the model of the aftermath
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| The possibility the best damn days are gone
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| Always knew your favor wouldn’t last
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| Words are hollow, didn’t mean a thing
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| I said, «How do you do it?»
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| There’s a formula I know I just couldn’t find, I revel in ruin
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| Past the part of me I’m trying hard to leave behind
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| And after the smoke’s all cleared where do we go from here?
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| Promised me a promise but it was a lie
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| Crawl my way out fine with no thanks to you
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| Guess I’m lucky to be out alive could be worse for the wear
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| Could be bloody and blue, how do you do it?
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| Walk away as if you didn’t have a mess to fix
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| I won’t be the ruined casualty that eventually comes to this
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| The end may not quite be near, where do we go from here?
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Once when your words were all to be praised
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| I followed you on and on and on and on for days
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| And now that you’ve all but just disappeared
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| Where do we go from here? |
| Where do we go from here?
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| Where do we go from here? |
| Where do we go from here?
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| Where do we go from here? |