| We’ll never be the same and
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| I’ll never turn my back on you again
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| Now I can see the light
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| But now I see the light is fading
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| I’m failing, stuck wailing
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| Out like a nightingale detuned
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| And that the last thing I want
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| And I know you want it back:
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| (Days) where we could walk bearing skin
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| Under the gold reflection
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| Tame this awkward pause with and broken jaw
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| Man I never knew you could hit that hard
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| And of all the days you chose today
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| I just couldn’t think of what to say
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| So cut the lights now
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| Make it so we only see your eyes
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| No not the fashion, its just your clique that I despise
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| So what’s your poison?
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| Well I thought you took the same as mine
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| Why weren’t you talking?
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| I guess ill give you some more time
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| Oh My God this night will never end
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| With all the distant days and suffering
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| I wish I could cut short
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| Empty promises that you have made these past few years
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| Under the black sky all the dreams just don’t seem alright
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| Take this last breath and throw it all away
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| All the news reports disasters
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| Teenage sitcoms with aging actors
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| Mother and son
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| The bond is broken (x3)
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| My God I’m trying
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| Yes I’m trying
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| Give me one last chance
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| With all the distant days and suffering
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| I wish I could cut short
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| Empty promises that you have made these past few years
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| Under the black sky all the dreams just don’t seem alright
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| Take this last breath and throw it all away (x3) |