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You can't, you can't forgive yourself, |
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I don't blame you. |
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At times I can't tell who you are anymoreor if |
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I ever even knew you. |
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What exactly do you want to hear? |
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Yeah, what exactly are we doing here? |
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Your indecision makes a slow incision,cuts what little we have left. |
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It doesn't feel a thing like falling.(It doesn't feel a thing like falling) |
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I can't feel a thing as |
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I watch you move in then out the door. |
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You can't, you can't forgive yourself, |
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I don't blame you. |
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There's times when |
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I can't see a way out or overof this hole you've dug us into. |
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What exactly do you want from me? |
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Yeah, who exactly did you want me to be? |
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Your indecision, all this endless friction,burns what little we have left. |
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It doesn't feel a thing like falling.(It doesn't feel a thing like falling) |
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I can't feel a thing as |
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I watch you move in then out the door. |
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There is this part of me |
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I bury, that when the television's off, |
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I appreciate the details, that's where |
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God goes to get lost. |
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I want to fall back in to what we used to represent. |
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Wash my filthy hands, wash my filthy hands. |
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It doesn't feel a thing like falling.(It doesn't feel a thing like falling) |
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I can't feel a thing as |
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I watch you move in then out the door. |
