| All the setups that you’ve blown
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| Just being sorry for the outcome
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| Not the path that led you to
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| Did we build it up to last?
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| Through the looks we gave each other
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| One half candy, one half glass
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| No blanket statement
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| Can wash it out or away
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| They won’t throw out a line for die-hards tonight
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| It’ll take a night alone to know you’re through
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| Cuz she don’t cry for show
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| Oblivious, oblivious to you
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| She don’t cry for show
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| Holding true, just as true as you
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| You feel like you did when you were young
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| You bought a zippo at the mall just to piss whomever off
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| But these instincts never hold
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| Long enough to buy the lighter fluid
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| So you spark it off alone
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| They don’t throw out the line for die-hards
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| And that sparkling sense of self just weighs you down
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| They forgot about the die-hards
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| Bivouacked with a story to hold
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| We’re not the only die-hards
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| We all think that we’ll be the last one left to fold |