| Rusting when it’s new, the tie from me to you
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| I know it’s bad, but I can’t help it
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| It’s breaking into two, oh what am I to do?
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| I know there’s nothing I can do to help it
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| Struggling to breathe, but when am I to grieve
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| The loss of somebody I don’t care about?
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| Strangers they can’t die, their lives go flashing by
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| You’re lost when you decided not to walk out
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| I don’t mean it, I don’t mean it
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| I don’t mean it, I don’t mean it
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| It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say that i don’t mean it
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| All the quiet boys and empty joys — I swear, I mean it
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| Your sighing is uncomfortable, but only when you stop it
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| It’s tiring, it’s tiring to say the words you’ve wasted
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| You’re inhaling all the fumes
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| They weren’t meant for you
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| But I guess you found yourself in this position
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| Things are said to you, breaking you in two
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| Reducing you into this condition
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| I don’t mean it, I don’t mean it
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| I swear I mean it, I swear I mean it
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| It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say that I don’t mean it
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| All the quiet boys and empty joys — I swear, I mean it
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| Your sighing is uncomfortable, but only when you stop it
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| It’s tiring, it’s tiring to say the words you’ve wasted
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| It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say that I don’t mean it
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| All the quiet boys and empty joys — I swear, I mean it
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| Your sighing is uncomfortable, but only when you stop it
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| It’s tiring, it’s tiring to say the words you’ve wasted
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| It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say that I don’t mean it
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| All the quiet boys and empty joys — I swear, I mean it
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| Your sighing is uncomfortable, but only when you stop it
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| It’s tiring, it’s tiring to say the words you’ve wasted
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| So swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, swallow me
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| So swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, swallow me
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| So punish me, punish me, punish me, punish me
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| So swallow me, swallow me, swallow me, swallow me whole
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| Whoah-oh |