| I think I’ve reached that point
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| Where giving up and going on
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| Are both the same dead end to me
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| Are both the same old song
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| I think I’ve reached that point
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| Every wish has come true
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| Tired, disguised oblivion
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| Everything I do
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| I think I’ve reached that point
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| Where all the things you have to say
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| Hopes of something more from me
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| Just games to pass the time away
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| I think I’ve reached that point
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| Where every word that you write
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| Of every blood dark sea
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| And every soul black night
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| And every dream you dream me in
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| And every perfect free from sin
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| And burning eyes and hearts on fire
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| Just the same old song
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things
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| Please stop loving me
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| Please stop loving me
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| I am none of these things |