| I don’t know if I can shake this
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| Night
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| Don’t really know the way to take it
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| I’m
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| Breathin' in the atmosphere
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| The fumbled words and empty fears
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| I don’t know if I can make this
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| Right
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| Playing games with an empty state of mind
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| You know that I do
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| Don’t know the things that you might find
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| Cuz it’s just too late
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| It’s just too late to love
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| It’s not like me to run
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| Cuz it’s just too late
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| It’s just too late to love
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| It’s not like me to run
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| You say I ruin all the good things
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| (Found me pickin' up the pieces)
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| It seems the way your words hit me
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| (Lyin' Tryin' to find a reason)
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| And I’m holding on to every line
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| Scripted words we say in time |