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Empty fields move me so much more |
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Than rooms filled up with friends |
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The way the trees look dead reminds me |
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That there's more to life than living |
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Maybe giving up's not bad |
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But part of letting go of you |
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If I surrender to this feeling |
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Maybe all the aches and pains will go |
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And I can close my eyes |
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Never again to have them open |
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Until I bleed out all I've been |
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But I don't want to be alone no more |
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Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist |
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So everyone will know who left me like this |
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Empty fields move me so much more |
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Than rooms filled up with friends |
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The way the trees look dead reminds me |
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That there's more to life than living |
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Maybe giving up's not bad |
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But part of letting go of you |
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Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist |
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So everyone will know who left me like this |
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Sew me up, my scars run deep |
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A reminder not to forget the times that we've had |
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I'll never waste another second |
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I have wasted so much time |
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Take this razor, sign your name across my wrist |
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So everyone will know who left me like this |
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Sew me up, my scars run deep |
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A reminder not to forget the times that we've had |
