| Our creaking bones,
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| Just go to show,
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| How old we’ve become.
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| Young love is for brittle hearts,
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| The tattered lungs, all wide eyed
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| And wounded arms.
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| Oh I knew you once.
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| For a night we shared skin and wore out our lungs.
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| Under street lights you were something to believe in.
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| Blurry eyed, but fuck it, I was living.
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| I’m weary on your mind.
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| You’re a sore sight, for these young eyes.
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| I took whats mine.
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| Left you behind, when I lost all the fight.
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| Oh I knew you once.
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| For a night we shared skin and wore out our lungs.
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| Under bar light you were something to believe in.
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| Blurry eyed, but fuck it, we’re still breathing.
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| I found a new way, of making the same mistakes.
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| I went to the metal bar.
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| I was searching for a feeling.
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| Crawled through shit dives,
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| I did it for the healing.
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| You were a blur when I met the streets again,
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| Lost and lonely and begging, for something to believe in.
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| Oh I knew you once.
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| For a night we shared skin and wore out our lungs.
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| Under street lights you were something to believe in.
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| Blurry eyed, but fuck it, I’m still breathing. |
| I found a new way, of making the same mistakes.
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| I found a new way, of making the same mistakes. |