| I thought that you were joking
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| When you said you couldn’t breathe
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| You said you couldn’t breathe
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| Turns out that you were choking
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| On a town you couldn’t leave
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| You knew you’d never leave
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| It met your disapproval at the age of 8 years old
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| You were only 8 years old
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| From then on there was no removal
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| From that one way dead end road
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| That one way dead end road
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| I thought that you were laughing
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| When you cried your eyeballs out
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| You cried your eyeballs out
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| And I don’t mean to be prying
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| But what were you so sad about?
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| What are you still sad about?
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| Met your disappointment at the age of 9 years old
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| You were only 9 years old
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| From then on there would be no ointment
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| To take away these burns
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| To make that pain grow dull
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| And forever ain’t that long
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| When your smile’s stuck in your head like a pop song
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| All you think about is death
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| Your dirty head has gone unswept for way too long now
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| I thought that you were sleeping
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| When I found you there in bed
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| I found you there in bed
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| When I touched you you were freezing
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| It turned out that you were dead
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| Turned out that you were dead
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| Met your disapproval at the age of 8 years old
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| You were only 8 years old
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| From then on there was no removal
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| From your fucked up head
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| Your broken home
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| And forever ain’t that long
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| When your smile’s stuck in your head like a pop song
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| All you think about is death
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| Your dirty head has gone unswept for way too long now |