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She left me on your birthday |
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But all I could think of was you |
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So then I fled far from that place |
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Thinking it's too good to be true |
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It was |
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Already the sound of your footsteps |
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Picking up snow in your driveway |
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Is making my heart pound |
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I'm seeing sideways, I'm missing you |
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A white chalk outline surrounds me |
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A death aura left over from the night I should've died |
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It's a shame he didn't cut me when he well had the chance |
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'Cause this subway home is a lonely ride |
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My heart is bleeding |
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My soul is teething, ready to break away |
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From this new life |
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A newborn ready to die |
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Allow the expound of my hindsight |
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Cause Doc's making rounds |
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And its not looking too bright |
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Just let me sleep, know I am fine |
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Knowing you love me |
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A white chalk outline surrounds me |
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A death aura left over from the night I should've died |
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It's a shame he didn't cut me when he well had the chance |
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'Cause this subway home is a lonely ride |
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My heart is bleeding |
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My soul is teething, ready to break away |
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From this new life |
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A newborn ready to die |
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Already the sounds of your footsteps |
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Making their way up into my room |
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Its making my heart pound |
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I'm so glad to see you, baby doll |
