| She wakes up with her hair down, her hearts infected
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| Her make-ups the least of her worries now
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| her hearts infected and she’s already gone
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| It’s worse when you’re young
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| It’s worse when you cant talk
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| The words block your tongue
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| She don’t mean what she says
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| She’s only got one day to make it right
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| And I don’t make the rules, but I’ve seen his face late at night, that’s right
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| That’s right
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| It’s worse when you’re young
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| It’s worse when you’re young
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| It’s worse when you cant talk
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| The words block your tongue
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| So, I’m sorry you’re dead
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| Sweetest face in your head, and everyone I know misses your lies
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| We traded rings and nothings
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| I wish I had mine now
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| A lot of good my kisses did to your dead mouth
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| Goodbyes are final now she swore
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| So goodbye
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| Goodbye to all the things you loved |