| It’s been a month since the Fourth of July
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| Stood there and stared at the grief in my eyes
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| Leave it to me to live out a lie
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| So I sat on the curb and I cried like a child
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| Catching my breath just walk for awhile
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| And I thought of what could go wrong
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| I’m already gone
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| Don’t say a word
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| I can’t hear you
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| Don’t hold me close
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| I can’t feel you
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| So I stopped at the store to grab cigarettes
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| Couldn’t say it out loud couldn’t fathom it yet
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| You finally feel and we feel like this
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| I’m sorry just wasn’t enough destroying your faith
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| Preserving your trust we couldn’t choose
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| And neither could I
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| I know that I left you for dead
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| Don’t give up so soon
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| Because you know that we all have a bed
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| It’s waiting for you in the recovery room
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| Just forget everything that I said
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| Washed out the wounds
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| Walls painted red
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| Waiting for you in the recovery room
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| She stood there in her summer dress
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| Wind caught her hair and failed to confess
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| I smiled as we raced through the night
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| My hand caught her wings then nothing felt right
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| I know that I left you for dead
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| Don’t give up so soon
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| Because you know that we all have a bed
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| It’s waiting for you in the recovery room
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| Just forget everything that I said
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| Washed out the wounds
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| Walls painted red
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| Waiting for you in the recovery room |