| dear mr. |
| gepetto: i hope this finds you well
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| i wrote you this letter
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| because we miss you here in hell
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| well now i know it’s hard when you don’t know what to think
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| and every single smile us a foil and you’re waking up you might try but you won’t get by until you’re crucified for all the things
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| you try to do well i don’t care if you sink or swim
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| and i don’t care how you hold it in as long as you don’t bother me with all the things i don’t bother you with
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| and 9 times out of 10 you might be right
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| but what about that time you know you’re wrong?
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| you sing that same song
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| and everybody smiles but they’ll never get along
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| i’m trying and i’m trying and i’m trying and i’m trying to let go:
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| but everybody’s going down tonight
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| we are the few that won’t say nothing right
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| we are the footsteps fading into the night
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| nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and i say:
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| i never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
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| but they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
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| i don’t know where we went wrong
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| all i know is i got to do something right
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| come clean
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| no one should have have to live with the things you’ve seen
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| but you’re living anyway
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| so can’t stop the car and put her in park
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| and i step outside (god i hate this part)
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| when i see what i saw what i thought was a life that was more
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| than a chore and just doing what i need to get by i don’t care if you leave or stay
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| but you might as well split
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| because it’s not the same as it was
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| when we said our last goodbye
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| and if you want the truth: i was hoping one of us would pass away
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| because it’d be much easier then
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| we would all get together and think about when
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| we were young we were dumb we were numb but in love
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| and i’m done so i’m sending out this letter today
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| i’m trying and i’m trying and i’m trying and i’m trying to let go:
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| but everybody’s going down tonight
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| we are the few that won’t say nothing right
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| we are the footsteps fading into the night
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| nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and i say:
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| i never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
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| but they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
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| i don’t know where we went wrong
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| all i know is i got to do something right
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| this has been the best night of my life
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| this has been the best night of my life
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| i could have lost my life
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| and i would have lost my mind
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| but now i’m fine
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| and i find
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| that this has been the best night of my life
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| this has been the best night of my life
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| (i still can’t believe they had the heart to apologize)
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| this has been the best night of my life
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| (i still can’t believe they had the heart to apologize)
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| i could have lost my life
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| and i would have lost my mind
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| but now i’m fine
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| and i find
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| that this has been the best night of my life
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| and as the day fades
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| no one investigates
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| nobody answers as she calls his name
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| another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave
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| i want to hold her and tell her: it’s not your fault
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| na na na…
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| and as the day fades
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| no one investigates
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| nobody answers as she calls his name
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| another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave
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| i want to hold her and tell her: it’s not your fault
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| na na na…
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| it’s not your fault
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| we are the few that won’t say nothing right
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| we are the footsteps fading into the night
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| nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and i say:
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| i never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
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| but they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
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| i don’t know where we went wrong
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| all i know is i got to do something right
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| i never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
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| but they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
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| i don’t know where we went wrong
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| all i know is i got to do something right |