| There’s a scar going straight through my heart
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| Through my flesh and blood, and it’s eating me up
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| All the dead weight I carry around, just to
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| Pick at you, now it’s all that I’ve got
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| And I don’t want to get over you
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| 'Cause what’s there to go over to
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| Kind of like being blue, when you’re calling
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| Don’t ever let her know that you’re falling in love
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| Cause when you’re on your own, you’re all you’ve got
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| Just like the space of an empty room, it’s nothing but
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| Space to you to me it’s a void
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| And I don’t want to get over you
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| Cause what’s there to go over to
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| Kind of like being blue, when you’re calling
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| I want to go where the strange ones go, know what the
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| Strange ones know, turn the lights down low
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| And if I loose you once and for all
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| Will I take the fall, what if I let it go
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| But I don’t want to get over you
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| Cause what’s there to go over to
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| Kind of like being blue, when you’re calling
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| I hear you calling |