| I never seem to find a reason to let you in again
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| Or forgive you
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| I’m sick of feeling like I need you, knowing I never did
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| But I miss you
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| Taking and breaking and hating
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| I remember all you said to me now
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| Faking, forsaking, and failing
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| My memories are all stained, again
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| Let me get inside your head
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| Let me show you I’m prepared
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| Let me stick my needles in
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| And let me hurt you again
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| I never reach my indecision to let you see again
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| All I give you
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| I’m sick of feeding your attention, knowing I never did
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| I distress you
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| Taking and breaking and hating
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| I remember all you said to me now
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| Faking, forsaking, and failing
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| My memories are all stained, again
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| Let me get inside your head
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| Let me show you I’m prepared
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| Let me stick my needles in
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| And let me hurt you again
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| Fuck you for killing me!
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| Me!
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| Fuck you for killing me!
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| Me!
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| Yeah
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| Let me get inside your head
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| Let me show you I’m prepared
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| Let me stick my needles in
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| And let me hurt you again!
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| Again!
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| You’re fucking killing me! |