| It’s not the girl who we let tear through our core
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| It’s the tear there before that made this girl into more
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| Skin, white sheets
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| The dawn’s printless snow
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| Nothing to define the difference
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| Just lit lips under a flame of curls
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| Many a prince has since us blown dark
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| But it’s not the girl who we let tear through our core
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| It’s the tear there before that made this girl into more
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| We’ll make mistakes in the wake of mistakes
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| But not wake again to this one
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| When looks fade we’ll still reflect in verse
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| She’ll dissolve to apparition
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| Slight from stark
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| Once light, now blown dark
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| But it’s not the girl who we let tear through our core
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| It’s the tear there before that made this girl into more
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| She don’t deserve love
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| She’ll get what she’s deserving of
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| We don’t deserve love
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| We’ll get what we’re deserving of
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| I don’t deserve love
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| You’ll get what you’re deserving of
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| We all get what we’re deserving of
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| But it’s not the girl who we let tear through our core
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| It’s the tear there before that made this girl into more
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| I was a duke last Halloween
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| This year, gonna be James Dean
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| Just wish I knew who we are in between |