| Wait for me, you said
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| Waiting was all I did
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| I went away wishing I’d stayed
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| You used the time to trade my name
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| Naked as I could be
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| You made the most of what I threw
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| Flexin' the truth more than I knew
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| I turn myself to someone new
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| I’m not a saint, I became everything I hate
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| I still paint you red, just to forget your name
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| And piece myself together with a stale glue
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| Found out you’re full of shit
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| Why don’t you swallow it?
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| Caught up in the very best of you
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| Tunnel vision and a point to prove
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| Persistent for an oh so daisy blue
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| With nothing but a selfish point of view
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| So take your crooked friends
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| Wipe off your silent grin
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| 'Cause when you held my hand
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| Should’ve dug my nails in
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| Tell me how the absence only made you sore
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| Your words are full of shit
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| I’ll make you swallow it
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| Not a saint, I became everything I hate
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| I still paint you red, just to forget your name
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| And piece myself together with a stale glue
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| Found out you’re full of shit
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| Why don’t you swallow it?
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| Wait for me, you said
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| Waiting was all I did
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| I went away wishing I’d stayed
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| You used the time to trade my name
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| Not a saint, I became everything I hate
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| I still paint you red, just to forget your name
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| And piece myself together with a stale glue
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| Found out you’re full of shit
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| Why don’t you swallow it?
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| Why don’t you swallow it? |