| You can’t, you can’t forgive yourself, I don’t blame you.
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| At times I can’t tell who you are anymore or if I ever even knew you.
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| What exactly do you want to hear, yeah what exactly are we doing here.
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| Your indecision makes a slow incision, cuts what little we have left.
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| It doesn’t feel a thing like falling.
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| (It doesn’t feel a thing like falling)
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| I can’t feel a thing as I watch you move in and out the door?
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| You can’t, you can’t forgive yourself, I don’t blame you.
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| It’s times when I can’t see a way out of this whole you’ve dug us into.
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| What exactly do you want from me, yeah who exactly did you want me to be.
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| Your indecision all this endless friction burns what little we have left.
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| It doesn’t feel a thing like falling.
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| (It doesn’t feel a thing like falling)
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| I can’t feel a thing as I watch you move in and out the door?
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| Oh there was this part of me ?? |
| that when the ?? |
| her?
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| I appreciate the details, that’s where God goes to get loved?
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| ?? |
| used to represent? |
| wash my filthy hands, wash my filthy hands.
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| Like fall… like fall. |
| like falll. |
| like fall.
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| It doesn’t feel a thing like falling.
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| (It doesn’t feel a thing like falling)
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| I can’t feel a thing as I watch you move in and out the door?
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| Like falllllll |