| Know I’m not your only doubt
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| Must be another
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| A type of want to never forget
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| You feed the hunger
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| But you don’t make it easy
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| You break the old cracks
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| And I’m still drowning
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| You don’t want to see me
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| You make it all black
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| And so I’ll lose you then
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| Help me figure out
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| I love you playing, I love you playing a game
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| (I was never yours to give away)
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| If I let him down
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| Discretion when, you’re pretending to end
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| (And I’m trying to forget your name)
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| Gonna take and lose
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| Confused in-lense, you play to end revenge
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| (When I’m fumbling through the nights and days)
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| Turning up in clues
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| A wasted plan, your mind expands again
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| Babe, it’s true
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| ('Cause I’m loving in a losing game)
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| Rose to gold, it’s hard to tell
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| If there’s emotion
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| Tired and over everything
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| If there’s devotion
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| We would breeze through the days
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| And place in our hands
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| The different shadows
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| I’m collapsing the haze
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| In time, out of phase
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| We’re simply shallow
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| Help me figure out
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| I love you playing, I love you playing a game
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| (I was never yours to give away)
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| If I let him down
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| Discretion when, you’re pretending to end
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| (And I’m trying to forget your name)
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| Gonna take and lose
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| Confused in-lense, you play to end revenge
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| (When I’m fumbling through the nights and days)
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| Turning up in clues
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| A wasted plan, your mind expands again
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| Babe, it’s true
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| ('Cause I’m loving in a losing game)
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| I believe you were the one to leave me
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| I’m through, why do we look back to look at the truth?
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| I forget, you are the one to keep me confused
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| Why do we look back to look?
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| Help me figure out
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| I love you playing, I love you playing a game
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| (I was never yours to give away)
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| If I let him down
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| Discretion when, you’re pretending to end
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| (And I’m trying to forget your name)
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| Gonna take and lose
|
| Confused in-lense, you play to end revenge
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| (When I’m fumbling through the nights and days)
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| Turning up in clues
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| A wasted plan, your mind expands again
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| Babe, it’s true
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| ('Cause I’m loving in a losing game) |