| Where I was raised, there was no street lights
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| Just pitch black and passing headlights
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| And where we met, there must have been dark signs
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| Omens in your skies
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| Most days you reach for safety
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| Remain calm, forget that you know me
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| And when we met I could see dark signs
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| Alarm bells in your eyes
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| And I miss the man I was the moment we left off
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| (I might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody)
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| And I hate who I have become, every time I wake up
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| (I might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody)
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| And if you saw the marks on my dashboard
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| The new scars that I didn’t ask for
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| And would you call asking for answers?
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| Tear my arms off
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| And most days you reach for safety
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| Remain calm, forget that you know me
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| When we met I could see dark signs
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| Alarm bells in your eyes
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| And I miss the man I was the moment we left off
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| And I hate who I have become, every time I wake up
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| And I miss the man I was the moment we left off
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| And I hate who I have become, every time I wake up
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| I might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody
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| Where we met, I could see dark signs |