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How ironic it all seems because |
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I remember you telling meabout other lovers running out of words to say to each otherand how beautiful you thought it was and |
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I agreed thatwould never happen to you and meso here we sit in silence, searching our heads for common groundwe've rehashed the past and beaten it downleft us with nothing, no present, no future |
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I still read your letter and all that evil makes me sick |
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But this is regimented pain and it gives me the illusionthat |
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I have lived |
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I was the one that pushed you off the pedestal |
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I put you on |
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And with my arms still outstretched |
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I watched you fall |
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And break apart like glass on the highway |
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I realized my mistake a bit too late |
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Because I'd never risk picking up the pieces, |
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Jesus look at them all |
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I'd never risk picking up all those goddamn piecesbecause |
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I lose control at the sight of my own blood |
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I still read your letter, and all that bullshit makes me sick |
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But this is regimented pain and it gives me the illusionthat |
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I have lived |