| Laying on the floor right now
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| Empty bottles and my heart is bleeding dry
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| It’s not that I am wasted
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| It’s all the time we wasted
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| I’ve run out of tears to cry
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| Frozen to my cheeks, you’ve made me cold as ice
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| No I don’t wanna face it
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| Can’t bear to see your face yet
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| And I’m losing all my faith
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| If our love was holy then I lose it with myself
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| Maybe you were hoping I could be somebody else
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| Wish you kept me whole…
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| But you ain’t got a heart
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| You ain’t got a heart
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| Is that why you stole the only one I got
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| You ain’t got a heart
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| You ain’t got a heart
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| Is that why you’ve broken mine apart
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| You can’t feel it
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| You can’t see it
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| I’m in pieces
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| Give me peace it’s
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| Not a secret that
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| I’m broken in a thousand slivers
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| If I loved me
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| Like I loved you
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| I’d have something
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| I could turn to
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| Something better than
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| A broken me, a thousand slivers
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| Making up our own truths, right?
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| D’you feel better now you’ve come and shattered mine?
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| I pull myself together
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| So you can’t see the damage
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| Biting through my teeth I smile
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| Underneath the surface there’s a sinking lie
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| Cause what we used to worship
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| Has turned into a warship
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| And I’m losing all my faith
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| If our love was holy then I lose it with myself
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| Maybe you were hoping I could be somebody else
|
| Wish you kept me whole…
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| You can’t feel it
|
| You can’t see it
|
| I’m in pieces
|
| Give me peace it’s
|
| Not a secret that
|
| I’m broken in a thousand slivers
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| If I loved me
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| Like I loved you
|
| I’d have something
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| I could turn to
|
| Something better than
|
| A broken me, a thousand slivers
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| You ain’t got a heart
|
| Is that why you stole the only one I got
|
| You ain’t got a heart
|
| You ain’t got a heart
|
| Is that why you’ve broken mine apart
|
| You can’t feel it
|
| You can’t see it
|
| I’m in pieces
|
| Give me peace it’s
|
| Not a secret that
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| I’m broken in a thousand slivers
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| If I loved me
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| Like I loved you
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| I’d have something
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| I could turn to
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| Something better than
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| A broken me, a thousand slivers |