| Wait for the sharks in the shallow, let them ravage us
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| The little that we have left, collecting dust
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| Locked in the vaults of our chest
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| No more trust, empty lust
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| No more love, but we’re both fucked up enough.
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| To carry on with clenched fists no direction to point the finger
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| Push our heads to the fucking wall but they never fall they just linger
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| They never fall they just linger
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| Bang my head to the fucking wall
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| Confessions in our last seconds red ink connecting the dots
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| These lies bled us out there should be no more second thoughts
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| We’re not all made to be lovers
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| We’re not all cut out to be saints
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| Our passion stays under covers but our flame cannot be reclaimed
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| It cannot be reclaimed
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| Can’t you recognize the end when you see it?
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| Let go of the memories that give you hope
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| What do I have to do for you to believe in
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| That we’re at the end of this fucking rope.
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| The damage is done we can’t kill the pain
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| The hole we dug to hide our shame
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| Is getting deeper, is getting deeper!
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| Yet we carry on this masquerade
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| These words are daggers that we swallow, spit out the blood
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| Wait for the sharks in the shallow, let them ravage us
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| No more trust, deadly lust
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| No more love, we’re both fucked
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| How much do I have to persuade
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| For you, to pull, the trigger?
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| How much do I have to persuade
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| For you, to pull, the trigger?
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| We’re not all made to be lovers
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| We’re not all cut out to be saints
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| Our passion stays under covers but our flame cannot be reclaimed
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| It cannot be reclaimed
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| The tears don’t fall anymore
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| Why do we hesitate to cut the chord
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| We’ve took this to far
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| The spell is dead
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| The anchor that held us is around our necks
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| We’ve made our bed on the ocean floor
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| Our backs are broken and our lungs are soar
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| So cut the fucking chord
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| These words are daggers that we swallow, spit out the blood
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| Wait for the sharks in the shallow, let them ravage us
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| No more trust, deadly lust
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| No more love, we’re both fucked
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| How much do I have to persuade
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| For you, to pull, the trigger?
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| How much do I have to persuade
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| For you, to pull, the trigger? |