| Walking up the stairs takes me back to where we used to be
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| I see you everywhere, feel you in the air haunting me
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| All because of you, all I seem to do is count these drops
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| Ain’t no use in using waterproof when it cries right off
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| All of the hurt, all of the pain
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| Keeps coming down like black rain
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| All that we were, every touch
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| Leaves a mark you can’t wash away
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| Boy, you’re like a tattoo in my head, like you never left this bed
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| Me and my tears with no one to hold
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| Just painting pillows
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| With all these works of art, I bet I could start a gallery
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| I make 'em in the dark from my broken heart’s memories
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| Every night you fall from my eyes right next to me
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| I bet you’d be surprised that your goodbye made a masterpiece
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| All of the hurt, all of the pain
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| Keeps coming down like black rain
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| All that we were, every touch
|
| Leaves a mark you can’t wash away
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| Boy, you’re like a tattoo in my head, like you never left this bed
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| Me and my tears with no one to hold
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| Just painting pillows
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| Painting pillows
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| You think my eyes would just dry out
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| You think they would stop
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| That the lonely’d be gone by now
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| Oh, but it’s not
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| All of the hurt, all of the pain
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| Keeps coming down like black rain
|
| All that we were, every touch
|
| Leaves a mark you can’t wash away
|
| Boy, you’re like a tattoo in my head, like you never left this bed
|
| Me and my tears with no one to hold
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| Just painting pillows
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| Painting pillows |