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another empty bottle in the hand |
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it helps to kill the things that we don't understand |
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the thoughtless speak "yeah, i'll be there for you" |
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now sleep through all the dreams i never made come true |
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well i'm a fool for you |
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what would you have me do? |
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oh i'm a fool for you |
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i, i.... |
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trust this wretched heart to be so sure |
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i'll stake my life on this, but i've been wrong before |
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now i don't blame you blanking me that time, |
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from all the awkward "how are you?'s" and "i'm just fine's" |
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well i'm a fool for you |
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what would you have me do? |
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i'm a fool for you |
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i, i.... |
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feel that spin revolver in your hand |
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well it's impossible, you wouldn't understand |
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who do we think we were to even try? |
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when this fear has claimed the souls of better men than i, |
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then i'm a fool for you, |
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what would you have me do? |
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i'm a fool for you, |
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what would you have me do? |
