| Your weakness
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| But if you like to fight
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| This is the last time
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| This is the last time
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| Dried up and away
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| With discerning mental love affairs
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| I’d rather stick with any number
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| of these played-out fairy tales and
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| Moments of your (yellow shining)
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| Spending your time in an hiding
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| Making out the reasons why
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| The (life your seen) the public eye
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| With everything you try,
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| Well it’s never good enough
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| Oh! |
| These friends die easy
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| Oh! |
| Just disappear
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| Oh! |
| Well, my best friend,
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| I knew these lives would end up here
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| Your weakness
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| But if you like to fight
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| This is the last time
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| This is your last time
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| If I could tell you any and everything
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| Don’t ask, just tell, like I should,
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| Like I know you never could and
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| Moments come out of hiding
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| (Spitting weakness to colors) shining
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| The dark you see, the reason why
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| You fail at everything you try
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| With everything you are,
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| Well it’s never good enough
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| Oh! |
| These friends die easy
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| Oh! |
| Just disappear
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| Oh! |
| Well, my best friend,
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| I knew these lives would end up here
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| I knew these lives would end up here
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| So then
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| And I won’t even say good-bye
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| And I won’t even say good-bye
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| Oh! |
| These friends die easy
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| Oh! |
| Just disappear
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| Oh! |
| Well, my best friend,
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| I knew these lives would end up here
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| I knew these lives would end up here… |