| …I stared out into what looked like always for what felt like forever
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| Asking «What exactly would I have to do to make this mean as much to you as it
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| means to me?»
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| But there’s something you’re not saying, and those eyes give you away
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| I’m holding on to all of the things that I’ve done wrong, and mistakes I’ve
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| made over and over
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| I’m holding on to all the mistakes I’ve made
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| So I wrote this down as fact
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| Just in case I had the chance)
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| Just to say that hope is something that’s been built to hold you back
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| Everyone I know considers me a joke. |
| With good reason I suppose
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| I’m holding on to all of the things that I’ve done wrong, and mistakes I’ve
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| made over and over
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| I’m holding on to all the mistakes I’ve made
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| It was all in your goodbye…
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| I’m holding on to all of the things that I’ve done wrong, and mistakes I’ve
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| made over and over
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| I’m holding on to all the mistakes I’ve made…
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| Because all I am is a used to be, a yesterday, a memory
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| I see so much that comes and goes
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| It makes me wonder what’s worth it anymore |