| I swear this isn’t what it looks like
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| This is not the end we’ll meet again just when the time’s right
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| I fell short upon my insight
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| Direction so different but we’re both cut from the same knife
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| I admit I’ve fallen behind
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| The only thing that’s clear in this frail mind
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| Is that her pocket’s where my demons lie
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| She controls the nightmares in my head
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| She’s the monster by my window ledge
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| Awakening the dead
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| Inform me what my loved ones said
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| She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from
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| She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on
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| I just need some time so I can clean up my act
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| I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that
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| Still can’t look myself in the mirror
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| Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone
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| Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?
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| You washed your hands of me and I get it
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| I’ll wait on my own until she decides
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| Should I rot or compose or leave me to die?
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| Wrote down all the times I burned
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| Won’t forget that you washed your hands of me and I get it
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| Nightmares in my head
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| She’s the monster by my window ledge
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| Awakening the dead
|
| Inform me what my loved ones said
|
| She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from
|
| She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on
|
| I just need some time so I can clean up my act
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| I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that
|
| Still can’t look myself in the mirror
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| Still kick myself for thinking we were better
|
| Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?
|
| You washed your hands of me and I get it
|
| Nightmares in my head
|
| She’s the monster by my window ledge
|
| Awakening the dead
|
| Inform me what my loved ones said
|
| She controls the nightmares in my head
|
| She’s the monster by my window ledge
|
| Awakening the dead
|
| Inform me what my loved ones said
|
| She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from
|
| She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on
|
| I just need some time so I can clean up my act
|
| I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that
|
| Still can’t look myself in the mirror
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| Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone
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| Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?
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| You washed your hands of me and I get it |