| I’m finally broken, falling too far
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| Burned up in pieces from chasing your stars
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| With twilight approaching all that I’ve seen
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| I could never get over what you’ve done to me
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| She was the picture of a Midwest sweetheart
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| Wrapped in the grace to make a good man come apart
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| She wrote my siren’s song a tune with one dance
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| Then gave it words with just a glance
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| I’m finally broken, falling too far
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| Burned up in pieces from chasing your stars
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| With twilight approaching all that I’ve seen
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| I could never get over what you’ve done to me
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| Oh! |
| What you’ve done to me
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| Yeah, what you’ve done to me
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| I thought that love was just a song we made up
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| Some kind of chant to make us strong
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| But when she left me with a word
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| I knew that I had never been so wrong
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| Finally broken, falling too far
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| Burned up in pieces from chasing your stars
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| With twilight approaching all that I’ve seen
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| I could never get over what you’ve done to me
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| I could never get over what you’ve done to me
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| I’m finally broken, falling too far
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| Burned up in pieces from chasing your stars
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| With twilight approaching all that I’ve seen
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| I could never get over what you’ve done to me
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| Yeah, finally broken, falling too far
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| Burned up in pieces from chasing your stars
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| With twilight approaching all that I’ve seen
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| I could never get over what you’ve done to me
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| Oh, what you’ve done to me
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| Oh, what you’ve done to me |