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She sends it home |
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In a paper bag |
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She says things change |
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Maybe its me |
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You can't fix me up |
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You can't fix me up |
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This bleeding heart |
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This bleeding heart |
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Beared, broken |
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My innocence |
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My innocence |
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This bleeding heart |
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My bleeding |
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Air grows cold |
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Autumn's not the same without you |
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Colors Fade |
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Beautiful to lifeless |
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You can't fix me up |
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You can't fix me up |
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This bleeding heart |
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This bleeding heart |
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Beared, broken |
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My innocence |
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My innocence |
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This bleeding heart |
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My bleeding |
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Waiting here for you, seemed an hour long |
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I write this knowing what to say to you (Cryin'...Cryin') to take this nothing else to say to you (Cryin'...Cryin') |
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This bleeding heart |
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This bleeding heart |
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Beared, broken |
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My innocence |
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My innocence |
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This bleeding heart |
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My bleeding |
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This bleeding heart |
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This bleeding heart |
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Beared, broken |
