| There are things that I’m dying to tell you
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| About things that are killing me to say
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| I know that I don’t want to lose you
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| But we both know I’ll push you away
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| Fauxtographic memory, a mind that’s still developing
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| I turn my back on all I see cause everything feels make believe
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| You tried to stay, I made you leave and made the world give up on me
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| I can’t accept reality cause everything feels make believe
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| I keep swallowing the hell so you don’t stomach it
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| From what it’s like to be around someone that lives like this
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| I keep losing sleep in beds still made from soaking sheets
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| And I’m still haunted by the ghosts of people still breathing
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| I already hate the words, they’re not a thing we even share
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| Stop looking for a metaphor, it isn’t there
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| Fauxtographic memory, a mind that’s still developing
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| I turn my back on all I see cause everything feels make believe
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| You tried to stay, I made you leave and made the world give up on me
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| I can’t accept reality cause everything feels make believe
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| You’re wasting away
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| You’ll have to learn to love within
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| You’ll have to learn to live without
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| You’re wasting away
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| You’ll have to learn to love within
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| You’ll have to learn to live without
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| You’re wasting away
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| Fauxtographic memory, a mind that’s still developing
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| I turn my back on all I see cause everything feels make believe
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| You tried to stay, I made you leave and made the world give up on me
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| I can’t accept reality cause everything feels make believe |