| So I got your message
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| And it’s been a long time
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| Since we have spoken face to face
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| I can’t help to question your cause of interest
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| Just let the dead lay buried in their graves
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| Why now
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| When I was feeling just content enough to forget you
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| I’ve found skeletons grow stronger when kept from the light
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| I would rather die than admit that I
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| I would rather die than admit that I
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| You would rather be alone than admit you were wrong
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| Than admit you were wrong
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| There’s blood on the freeway
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| Painting a poisoned past
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| Kissed with a hard rain washed away
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| You’re back to your old ways
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| Carelessly leaving tracks
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| The road you have chosen
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| I refuse to take
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| Why now
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| When I was feeling just content enough to forget you
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| I’ve found skeletons grow stronger when kept from the light
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| I would rather die than admit that I
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| I would rather die than admit that I
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| You would rather be alone than admit you were wrong
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| I would rather die than admit that I
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| I would rather die than admit that I
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| You would rather be alone
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| Why now
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| When I was feeling just content enough to forget you
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| I’ve found that skeletons grow stronger when kept in the rearview |