| What a mess, she said you were
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| She thought of self-control
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| As a crutch, not essential
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| You fly like you fall
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| It’s too dark to notice you’re gone
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| I’m a traitor and you are my company
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| If this is what you meant, I’m insulted
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| Behind assaulted scenes, I could swear you wait for me
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| If I was a ransom, you’d be what a pays it
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| If I was the coldest cell, you’d be the prisoner
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| (Don't close your eyes)
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| I’m in the midst of saying
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| That I’ll never be the one keep sidelined
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| Never seen you look so much brighter
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| You can doubt the form that’s inside of me
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| You choke, you’re the victim, don’t trust your eyes
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| You’re certain to believe in something you can’t see
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| If I was a ransom, you’d be what a pays it
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| If I was a colder cell, you’d be the prisoner
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| If I had emotion, you’d be so taken
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| If I wasn’t cold as hell, you’d be the prisoner
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| And if we must, we will adjust
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| And make up stories we can tell
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| Here you are
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| Do you need an invite again
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| I’m blessed to know you are too loud again
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| Don’t close you eyes, don’t close your eyes now
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| Pride attacks and it regains that trap
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| And the clouds say you can hang from them
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| Pull it down, pull it from my cuts
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| Let’s paint ourselves
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| If I was a ransom, you’d be what a pays it
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| If I was a colder cell, you’d be the prisoner
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| If I had emotion, you’d be so taken
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| If I wasn’t cold as hell, you’d be the prisoner
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| And if we must, we will adjust
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| And make up stories we can tell |