| Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
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| Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
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| And the whole time while always giving
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| Counting your face among the living
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| Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
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| Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
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| Running away and hiding with you
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| I never thought they’d get me here
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| Not knowing you’d change from just one bite
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| I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight
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| But does anyone notice?
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| But does anyone care?
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| And if I had the guts to put this to your head…
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| But would anything matter if you’re already dead?
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| And well should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
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| Before I pull this trigger,
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| Your eyes vacant and stained…
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| But does anyone notice?
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| But does anyone care?
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| And if I had the guts to put this to your head…
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| And would anything matter if you’re already dead?
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| And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said?
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| Before I pull this trigger,
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| Your eyes vacant and stained…
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| And in saying you loved me,
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| Made things harder at best,
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| And these words changing nothing
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| As your body remains,
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| And there’s no room in this hell,
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| There’s no room in the next,
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| And our memories defeat us,
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| And I’ll end this direst.
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| But does anyone notice?
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| But does anyone care?
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| And if I had the guts to put this to your head…
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| But does anything matter if you’re already dead?
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| And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
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| Before I pull this trigger,
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| Your eyes vacant and stained…
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| And in saying you loved me,
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| Made things harder at best,
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| And these words changing nothing
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| As your body remains,
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| And there’s no room in this hell,
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| There’s no room in the next,
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| But does anyone notice there’s a corpse in this bed? |