| You think you could dye your hair
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| 'Cause you were never see-through as I would like
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| I thought I could trust my head
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| But I was only eighteen at the time
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| If you could make your bed and cover up the imprint of his spine
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| Wash your sheets at the laundromat
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| It seems like you are going there all the time
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| You made your bed, now sleep in it
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| You made your bed
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| Now I can’t keep my eyes shut since we gave all of this up
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| And I hope I don’t remember in the morning
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| I’ll dream like I don’t regret
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| But I just can’t forgive and forget you
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| And I hope I don’t remember in
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| I hope I don’t remember in the morning
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| I shouldn’t have let you back in
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| Gave you another chance to change my face
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| I pretended you were here
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| But you were off with him filling empty space
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| My head filled all the hallways with watercolor pictures of you leaving
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| But I remember wearing headphones
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| Lying in bed trying to drown out the sound of your heavy
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| You made your bed, now sleep in it
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| Now I can’t keep my eyes shut since we gave all of this up
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| And I hope I don’t remember in the morning
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| I’ll dream like I don’t regret
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| But I just can’t forgive and forget you
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| And I hope I don’t remember in
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| I hope I don’t remember in the morning
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| I hope I don’t remember in
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| I hope I don’t remember
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| I hope I don’t remember in
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| And honestly, I never expected much more than you gave
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| I never expected much more than the days I wasted on you
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| And honestly, I lie there at night and I think of your face
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| I hate myself, I’m a fucking disgrace
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| I can’t let you go |