| I could kill my faith to take you home |
| Don't care if every taste is leaving me hollow |
| I'm counting all the ways I'd reap what you sow |
| You lead and I follow |
| You lead and I follow |
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| All my colors fade to grey |
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| How many more shots can I take, I take |
| Before I crash out into the waves? |
| How many more times can I break, I break? |
| Don't save your roses |
| Don't save your roses for my grave |
| For my grave, grave, grave, for my— |
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| Hate that I crave your velvet touch |
| But I wear these chains like I'm yours for the takin' |
| I'd do anything just to feel the rush |
| This bed I'm making |
| Only leaves me vacant, oh-oh |
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| All my colors fade to grey |
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| How many more shots can I take, I take |
| Before I crash out into the waves? |
| How many more times can I break, I break? |
| Don't save your roses |
| Don't save your roses |
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| How many more shots can I take |
| Before I crash out into the waves? |
| How many more times can I break, I break? |
| Don't save your roses |
| Don't save your roses for my grave |
| For my grave |
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| Don't save your roses for my grave, my grave |
| Don't save your roses for my grave |
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