| I want to bring you down
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| Down down down so you can figure out
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| Until you fall apart out the seems
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| Until the bottom drops out you don’t know
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| What you have means
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| I feel the weight above your undertones
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| The way you say it like it’s set in stone
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| Well, time had a way of being misused
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| Like it’s something we have to waste
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| Some illusions we were meant to lose
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| Lost them yesterday, lost them anyway
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| Anyway…
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| Sad Sad
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| Sad look justified, a portrait of you
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| Taken from the outside
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| The things you could never afford
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| Are never going to be better than the old chords?
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| I feel the weight above your undertones
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| The way you say it like it’s set in stone
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| Well, time had a way of changing you
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| And it’s something we had to face
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| Some illusions we were meant to lose
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| Lost them yesterday, lost them anyway
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| Anyway…
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| I fell asleep there on my couch
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| Shut off the lights and then passed out
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| While cutting off my ears
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| 'Cause I couldn’t listen anymore
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| It’s getting harder than before
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| Been saving this for years
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| It’s been so long since we said
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| We’d stay this way but don’t forget
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| There’s no f*cking way we’re the same
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| I hold this closer to me
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| 4 am in New York City
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| But those memories faded anyway
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| Anyway… |