| Constantly
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| I felt my skin turning red
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| I put my hands so close to your head
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| And I swear I’d never do it
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| I swear I’d never hurt you
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| But I felt my temper seep into my head
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| I lost control again
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| Maybe you
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| I’ll put my fist through these walls
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| Until you shut up
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| Why won’t you shut up?
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| I’ll put my fist through these walls
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| Until you shut up
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| Why won’t you shut up?
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| I can’t stand to hear the truth
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| When it comes from you
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| When it comes from you
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| I put my hands so close to your neck
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| And slowly regret what comes next
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| Holes in the Walls
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| It always comes to this
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| First we fight, and then we fight again
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| Broken souls, is all we know
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| The to make it whole
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| It won’t make it better
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| Make it better
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| (It won’t make it better)
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| (Make it better)
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| It won’t make it better
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| Make it better
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| We broke everything
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| Self destructed
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| Make it go away
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| Make it go away
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| We broke everything
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| We broke everything |