| She said that I hate to
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| Hear you talk about yourself like that
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| It’s all so delicate, it’s always so delicate
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| But I can’t be the one to save you
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| I can’t be the one to save you from
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| Yourself, from yourself
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| And are you even aware
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| Of how you see yourself?
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| Always looking for a new way
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| To show how scared you are
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| A new name for this sickness
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| So dry those tears, but we both knew
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| It would end like this, it would end like this
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| But don’t think that I didn’t notice
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| That you gave everything you had
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| Even though you knew it would never
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| It would never be enough
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| And that’s when she held me and she said
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| «You've got the cutest cheekbones that I’ve
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| Ever seen, built up strong
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| From catching a lifetime of tears»
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| It won’t be the same
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| Without you, without you
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| The thought of you
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| Broken and lonely
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| So let’s take the glamour out of depression
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| Because the pill bottle is getting harder to hold
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| And you can’t stay sad all the time
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| Can you? |
| Can you? |
| Can you? |
| Can you?
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| It won’t be the same
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| Without you |