| You’ve never looked so picture perfect, but I’m an open book now
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| Every white page will be turned to grey
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| And every second spent was worth it
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| We have the scars to show that
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| What a way to end a perfect day
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| You never seem to change
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| And maybe one day you’ll be happy
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| We can remove those scars
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| And fill each others hearts with bliss
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| Or you’ll die alone! |
| With a gun in hand!
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| A rifle to your head! |
| And I’ll find you there!
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| (I can’t come down, too far gone to be found)
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| You’ve never looked so picture perfect, but I’m an open book now
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| Every white page will be turned to grey
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| And every second spent was worth it
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| We have the scars to show that
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| What a way to end a perfect day
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| You never seem to change
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| Let me know when you’re awake, so I can lift your damaged grace
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| I’ll be there to hold on to
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| Pretend your arms are wings…
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| You’ve never looked so picture perfect, but I’m an open book now
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| Every white page will be turned to grey
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| And every second spent was worth it
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| We have the scars to show that
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| What a way to end a perfect day |