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i remember the evening |
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you said you were leaving |
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thats when i knew i had lost |
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no room for forgiveness |
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suitcase, frames, pictures |
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placed in the back of your car |
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i wont tell my parents how i fucked up perfection |
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and selfishly put myself first |
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a future of stories |
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kiss you good mornings |
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gone and its what i deserve |
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i cant find the words to say |
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when someone asks how youve been |
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i dont know the protocol |
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for fixing a, fixing a broken heart |
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when my friends hear the rumours |
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they tell me they knew that |
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you were bad news from the start |
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every bar they take me |
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to try to match make me |
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with someone who doesnt come close, no |
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you wont tell your mother, cause shell tell your father |
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and thats just one more broken heart |
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a future of stories |
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adventures and journeys |
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on fire and falling apart |
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i cant find the words to say |
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when someone asks how youve been |
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dont know the protocol |
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for fixing a, fixing a broken heart |
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call your answer phone |
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hope that youre not at home |
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i dont know the protocol |
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for fixing a, fixing a broken heart |
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when im all by myself |
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and the drink doesnt help |
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take them down from the shelf |
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and im reminded i keep fighting |
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walls in my head with the miles of regret |
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cause i had every letter but now |
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i cant find the words to say |
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when someone asks how youve been |
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dont know the protocol |
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for fixing a, fixing a broken heart |
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call your answerphone |
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hope that youre not at home |
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dont know the protocol |
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for fixing a, fixing a broken heart |
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(fixing a, fixing a broken heart) |
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