| These ashy pieces that we tore
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| from the pages of the stories we’ve ignored.
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| The bridge burns brighter now.
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| And I flicked the match out the window,
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| as pure luck has we’ve been circling this prison for so long.
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| She won’t let go,
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| she only knows
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| to start again.
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| These reservations on my tongue taste like medicated contracts.
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| You think you’re so special.
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| I hate to tell you you’re not.
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| So go ahead and spill your guts
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| and I’ll mop it up and give it all back,
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| give it all back.
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| With eyes wide open I see everything that I ever need
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| to know about all the ways that you tried to get inside my head.
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| Now I’m waiting for the right time to pack it up and sell it.
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| She sits back, and impatiantly she waits
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| for the moment that comes one second now too late.
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| All the words you say
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| could never compliment the way
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| that you wrap your bitterness around me.
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| These reservations on my tongue taste like medicated contracts.
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| You think you’re so special.
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| I hate to tell you you’re not.
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| So go ahead and spill your guts
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| and I’ll mop it up and give it all back,
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| give it all back.
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| You only notice what I never seem to say.
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| Well maybe we’re better off that way.
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| Maybe with the lights down low
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| you will recognize the crashing in this wall was your mistake.
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| We’re so stuck, you’re so stuck.
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| And baby if we carpool to the hospital
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| may I breath the air that you give up,
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| that you give up?
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| Go ahead and spill your guts.
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| I’ll mop it up and give it all back.
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| These reservations on my tongue taste like medicated contracts.
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| So go ahead and spill your guts
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| and I’ll mop it up and give it all back,
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| give it all back.
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| You only notice what I never seem to say!
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| Give it all back!
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| Give it all back! |