| I’m never waking up again
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| So I’ll never have to find out what you did
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| Each day it’s harder to pretend
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| That your eyes aren’t lying as much as your mouth did
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| I’d grab your head by your hair and I’d hack it off
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| Put it on display at the front of the yard
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| On a stick that’s decorated with a little pink bow
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| And a sign that says «Her friends and family
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| Should have taught her more about love»
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| Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody
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| But being alone wasn’t half as bad as being obsessed
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| With a breath-taker, a smile-faker
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| These years alone have eaten me alive
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| Recounting pages in a book
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| That I’d torn out ashamed that one day you’d look
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| Afraid that once you did you’d really know how it felt
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| To be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you’d go
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| I’m running around, around and it hurts
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| Tempted to tape up the pages I’d ripped
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| And although I recognize that we’re attached at the lips
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| That you’re the one in charge and that the captain’s gotta sink with the ship
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| I never had anybody
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| But being alone wasn’t half as bad as being obsessed
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| With a breath-taker, a smile-faker
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| These years alone have eaten me alive
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| Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody
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| But being alone wasn’t half as bad as being obsessed
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| With a breath-taker, a smile-faker
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| Years alone have eaten me alive
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| Breath-taker, smile-faker
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| How could I have let you in my life?
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| You’re a breath-taker, a smile-faker
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| These years alone have eaten me alive
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| I never had anybody
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| But being alone wasn’t half as bad as being obsessed
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| With a breath-taker, a smile-faker
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| (Dear Tragedy, Dear Tragedy)
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| These years alone have eaten me alive
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| (You'll pay for what you did to me
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| You’ll pay for you what did to me) |