| I’m on fire
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| And the day is feeling hopeless
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| You’d see me burning, but the burning’s turning smokeless
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| Soon I won’t feel at all
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| No
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| It’s electric, the neon hurt inside your phone call
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| The layered sadness and the madness it revolves
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| Bringing down the walls where you found love
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| No
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| Well, I’m willing to break myself
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| To shake this hell from everything I touch
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| I’m willing to bleed for days, more reds and grays
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| So you don’t hurt so much
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| And now I’m static
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| As your sky is turning purple and gray
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| I’m learning that the further that I crawl
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| The farther that I fall, is that okay?
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| No
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| And you’re in pieces
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| As your world becomes a rainstorm
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| You’ve got no shelter, I’m a thousand miles away
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| You won’t survive the day
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| You say you’re leaving
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| You say you’re leaving
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| Well, I’m willing to break myself
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| To shake this hell from everything I touch
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| I’m willing to bleed for days, more reds and grays
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| So you don’t hurt so much
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| So you don’t hurt so much
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| Never again will I fire this gun
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| No, never again you’re the only one
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| Never again, but you’re already gone
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| I’m willing to break myself
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| I’m not afraid
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| I’m willing to break myself
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| I’m not afraid
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| I’m willing to break myself
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| I’m not afraid
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| Well, I’m willing to break myself
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| To shake this hell from everything I touch
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| I’m willing to bleed for days, more reds and grays
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| So you don’t hurt so much
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| So much
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| So much
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| So much
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| So much |