| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my
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| Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
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| Flashbacks waking me up
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| I get drunk, but it's not enough
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| ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
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| I look through the windows of this love
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| Even though we boarded them up
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| Chandelier still flickering here
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| 'Cause I can’t pretend it's okay when it's not
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| It's death by a thousand cuts
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| I dress to kill my time, I take the long way home
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| I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright
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| They say, "I don't know"
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| And what once was ours is no one's now
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| I see you everywhere, the only thing we share
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| Is this small town
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| You said it was a great love, one for the ages
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| But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?
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| Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
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| Flashbacks waking me up
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| I get drunk, but it’s not enough
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| ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
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| I look through the windows of this love
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| Even though we boarded them up
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| Chandelier still flickering here
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| ’Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
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| It’s death by a thousand cuts
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| My heart, my hips, my body, my love
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| Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch
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| Gave up on me like I was a bad drug
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| Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club
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| Our songs, our films, united we stand
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| Our country, guess it was a lawless land
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| Quiet my fears at the touch of your hand
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| Paper cut stains from my paper-thin plans
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| My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust
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| Tryna find a part of me you didn't take up
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| Gave you so much, but it wasn't enough
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| But I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts
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| I get drunk, but it's not enough
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| 'Cause you're not my baby
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| I look through the windows of this love
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| Even though we boarded them up
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| Chandelier still flickering here
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| 'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
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| No, it's not
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| It's death by a thousand cuts (You didn't touch)
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| Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch
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| My body, my love, my trust (It's death by a thousand cuts)
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| But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, no, no
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| I take the long way home
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| I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright
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| They say, "I don't know" |