| Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
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| And speak, but don’t pretend I won’t defend you anymore, you see
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| It aches in every bone
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| I’ll die alone, but not for you
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| My eyes don’t need to see that ugly thing
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| I know it’s me, you fear
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| If you want me, hold me back
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| Frail, the skin is dry and pale
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| The pain will never fail
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| And so we go back to the remedy
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| Clip the wings that get you high
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| Just leave 'em where they lie
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| And tell yourself you’ll be the death of me
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| I don’t need a friend, I need to mend so far away
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| So come, sit by the fire and play a while
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| But you can’t stay too long
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| It aches in every bone
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| I’ll die alone, but not for pleasure
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| I see my heart explode
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| It’s been eroded by the weather here
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| If you want me, hold me back
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| Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
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| And so we go back to the remedy
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| Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
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| And tell yourself you’ll be the death of me
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| Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
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| And so we go back to the remedy
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| Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
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| And tell yourself you’ll be the death of me
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| Hold your eyes closed, take me in
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| Hold your eyes closed, take me in
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| Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
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| And so we go back to the remedy
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| Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
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| And tell yourself you’ll be the death of me
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| Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
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| And so we go back to the remedy
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| Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
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| And tell yourself you’ll be the death of me |