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It's the painful pages of your diary |
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It's the crying eyes you don't want them to see |
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It's the scab that peals and just won't heal |
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It's the true you and it's just to real |
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Hey, it hurts you |
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Hey, it hurts you |
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Once you leave there's no re-entry |
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You know that once you leave it's more then an ending |
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They'll put the pages back in your bruised book |
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They'll put the pages back with rusty hooks |
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You know that once you leave theres no re-entry |
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There's different stages of your misery |
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It's wishing yourself out of history |
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The mystery of you is hard to conceal |
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It's the true you and it's just to real |
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Hey, it hurts you |
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Hey, it hurts you |
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Once you leave there's no re-entry |
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You know that once you leave it's more then an ending |
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They'll put the pages back in your bruised book |
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They'll put the pages back with rusty hooks |
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You know that once you leave theres no re-entry |
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Once you leave there's no re-entry |
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You know that once you leave it's more then an ending |
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They'll put the pages back in your bruised book |
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They'll put the pages back with rusty hooks |
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You know that once you leave theres no re-entry |