| Obvious blasé
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| Broken so completely
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| Built me up in the same way, same way
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| The same way ghost
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| Tell me that you’ll stay
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| Devour me so sweetly
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| You prefer me sick this way
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| I’ll stay sick this way
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| Six feet in my guilt
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| Broken hinges on my casket
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| Playing with matches, we knew this would happen now
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| Watch it all go up in flames
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| If there’s a chance let’s bury the hatchet now
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| Watch it all go up in flames
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| Taken
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| Taken from myself
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| These pages
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| Won’t rewrite themselves
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| The way it has to end
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| Is always bittersweet
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| Take this
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| Take this away from me
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| Six feet in my guilt
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| Broken hinges on my casket
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| Playing with matches, we knew this would happen now
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| Watch it all go up in flames
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| If there’s a chance let’s bury the hatchet now
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| Watch it all go up in flames
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| How did all these feelings
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| Pile up to the ceiling
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| Stripped of all their meaning
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| Let’s break them into kindling
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| Playing with matches, we’re playing with matches
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| Playing with matches, playing with matches
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| Watch it all go up in flames
|
| Playing with matches, we knew this would happen now
|
| Watch it all go up in flames
|
| If there’s a chance let’s bury the hatchet now
|
| Watch it all go up in flames
|
| How did all these feelings
|
| Pile up to the ceiling
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| Stripped of all their meaning
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| Let’s break them into kindling
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| Playing with matches, we’re playing with matches
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| With matches, we’re playing with matches |