| I’m not into burning bridges
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| But I’ll never leave the same
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| Pull me up and out the deep end
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| No one wins this game
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| Warmer than the air in summer
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| Brings a winter’s sting
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| How come you know how to hold me
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| Like you never did
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| Young love, die hard
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| Only seconds and I’m turning back the time
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| Light years gone by don’t mean a thing
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| Young love, old scars
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| Pulling stitches 'til they all come out and I’m
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| Back on the bed you left me in
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| Always had the heart to mean it
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| 'Til I gave away the key
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| Tell me every bed you sleep in
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| Do you think of me?
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| Guess I never saw it coming
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| Even with the tide
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| Tying up a thousand loose ends
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| Like we never died
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| Young love, die hard
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| Only seconds and I’m turning back the time
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| Light years gone by don’t mean a thing
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| Young love, old scars
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| Pulling stitches 'til they all come out and I’m
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| Back on the bed you left me in
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| Thought I’d outrun it
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| Thought I left you easy
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| But with the room lit
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| How’d I ever believe me
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| Never stayed to breathe it in
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| There are marks under my skin
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| Burning like they never did now
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| All of which I never knew
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| Has me coming back to you
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| Burning like we always knew how
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| Never stayed to breathe it in
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| There are marks under my skin
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| Burning like they never did now
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| All of which I never knew
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| Has me coming back to you
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| Burning like we always knew how
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| Young love, die hard
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| Only seconds and I’m turning back the time
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| Light years gone by don’t mean a thing
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| Young love, old scars
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| Pulling stitches 'til they all come out and I’m
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| Back on the bed you left me in
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| Thought I saw you in the city
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| Calling out my name
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| But you were a ghost of pity
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| Looking just the same |