| Before i let you in.
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| I’m sick of hearing about, all those open roads
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| And those restless winds
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| And your re-ocurring flings
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| I’d rather lay you down on shards of broken glass and nails.
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| That seemingly slide.
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| Gently into your skin
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| Reform your rules, to have this crutch
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| It’s all the things that you miss much
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| Who wouldn’t be dying.
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| To go for a drink.
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| With the ignorant.
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| Because you’re ignorant
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| I’d put myself at the head of the line and i’d dive right in.
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| Reform your rules, to have a crutch
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| It’s all those things that you miss so much
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| I oppose the oppositions and i’ll make compliments fly like birds.
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| What do you do when everything’s the way you want, what you want,
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| all of the time?
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| Reform your rules, you have a crutch
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| It’s all those things that you miss so fucking much
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| This is what happens when a love that’s meant to last forever
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| Ends before it truly begins
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| And although i forgive you
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| I’ll never forget
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| How you completley destroyed a friend
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| Just for a cheap fuck |