| This is the only lonely picture
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| waiting on my floor
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| littering my shore
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| this is the last true burning letter
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| given to a girl
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| written by a boy
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| living in a world created to destroy
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| but if i built you a city, would you let me would you tear it down?
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| but there you go for the last time
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| i finally know now what i should have known then
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| that i could still be ruthless if you’ll let me but there you go and i’m not done
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| you’re waving goodbye, but atleast youre having fun
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| the rising tide will not let you forget me forget me this is the ghost that kneels before me raises on her tongue, a body full of oxygen
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| it wont be the last time she’ll ignore me the thinning of my skin, without the strength to go the winter’s setting in, to cover you in snow
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| but if i built you a city, would you let me would you tear it down?
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| but there you go for the last time
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| i finally know now what i should have known then
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| that i could still be ruthless if you’ll let me but there you go and i’m not done
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| you’re waving goodbye, but atleast youre having fun
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| the rising tide will not let you forget me forget me forget me forget me, yeah
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| ill raise towers and cloud them
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| rivers and walk them
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| oceans to drown in you won’t make a sound
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| but there you go for the last time
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| i finally know now what i should have known then
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| that i could still be ruthless if you’ll let me but there you go and i’m not done
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| you’re waving goodbye, but atleast youre having fun
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| the rising tide will not let you forget me forget me |