| You’re too busy
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| Laying passed out on the floor, on the floor
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| Sitting pretty
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| Had it mapped out from before, from beforehand
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| Are you feeling the pressure from cigarette burns
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| You’re learning your lesson from taking your turns
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| Fall away
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| I could run for days, days in your circle of lies
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| Spin me around, round your head with your goodbyes
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| Come to pass, pass me by
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| In the city
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| Where you’ve got nowhere left to run, left to run
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| You can hop the fences
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| But you better not jump the gun, jump the gun
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| (Saw you in your tracks
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| Make you come right back to life)
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| Baby let’s call it quits
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| While we’re both ahead of time, time
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| Playing with consequence
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| Didn’t you read between the lines, the lines?
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| Fall away
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| (Come to pass, pass me by)
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| I could run for days, I could run for days
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| (Come to pass, pass me by)
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| Days in your circle of lies
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| So goodbye |