| Empty frames on the floor
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| Theres nothing left to prove who I was before
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| I burn the pictures before I leave
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| And while I prance off from the scene
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| The embers will help me to breathe
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| I need a drink to take
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| To take me through the day
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| Sometimes I run away
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| And think of my mistakes
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| Was there ever a time we were entire?
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| And I wasn’t lying?
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| I know I fucked up
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| The last two years of your life
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| Empty boxes by the door
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| I’m throwing out all the clothes that I once wore
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| They just don’t seem to fit my shape right now
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| My appetite for holding on has been washed down
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| I’m a liquid diet of cheap beer and wasted love
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| Tomorrow I will pay the price
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| I need a drink to take
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| To take me through the day
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| Sometimes I run away
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| And think of my mistakes
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| Was there ever a time we were entire?
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| And I wasn’t lying?
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| I know I fucked up
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| This is my last goodbye
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| I’ve hurt you enough
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| I know the road is gonna hurt
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| But fucking curse, I know this works
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| So just take out another glass and pour
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| (?) shivers down my spine
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| Color shapes with rum and wine
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| If I don’t get up (?)
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| I need a drink to take
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| To take me through the day
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| Sometimes I run away
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| And think of my mistakes
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| Was there ever a time we were entire?
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| And I wasn’t lying?
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| I know I fucked up
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| This is my last goodbye
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| I’ve hurt you enough |