| I got boulders on my shoulders
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| Collar bones begin to crack
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| There is very little left of me
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| And it’s never coming back
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| There are certain things you ask of me
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| And there are certain things I lack
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| The beginning, we were winning
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| Now we’re just making a fact
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| What’s it matter anymore?
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| You believe the lies I tell
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| There’s no meaning to the words
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| But we still sing these songs well
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| If we all left it alone
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| Sure it’d work itself out fine
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| We keep playing with the numbers
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| And we are running out of time
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| We are running, we are running
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| You’re a killer and I’m your best friend
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| Think it’s unfair, your situation
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| You say I’m changing,
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| Sorry I didn’t know I had to stay the same
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| Could we talk about this later?
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| Your voice is driving me—driving me insane
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| I try to write you poems,
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| But the words—they don’t make sense
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| My hand tries to grip the pencil,
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| But the fingers are too tense
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| And I try to show emotion,
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| But my eyes won’t seem to wet
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| And I’d love to tell you stories,
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| But I can’t remember how they went
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| You’re a flashlight in a dark room for the loneliest black-out
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| You were all that we had left after it all was filtered out
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| Turn you on in a dark room right before we both pass out
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| Turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out
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| They ran out
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| You’re a werewolf and I’m a full moon
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| All your very worst enemies be gone soon
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| I think you’re changing
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| Don’t worry, you don’t got to stay the same
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| Can we talk about this later?
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| Your voice is driving me
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| Driving me insane |