I wanted this.
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I wanted you.
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I wanted it to last but you fell through.
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Now east coast boys don't you see.
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That here on the west we follow our dreams.
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I don't want to know you anymore.
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The color of your lips red.
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And I swear I never wear lipstick.
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No, my god I drank too much.
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Laughing while I'm crying.
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Don't you let them know you're dying.
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Dying to break out and dying to get, get out.
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From the windows of the abyss.
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Click my heels, but I am stuck here.
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I'm pledging this vow.
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This is the last time.
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This is the last fight.
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Sunsets to sunrise.
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Morning to midnight.
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And this is my goodbye.
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So blow out the candle.
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The bottle is dry.
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And these pages learn to think.
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You're not even worth my black ink revenge.
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I guarantee you'll miss me.
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I can't stomach this.
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I think I'm going to be sick.
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My hearts made of wick and you put the fire out of it.
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With the kerosene; chalked my feet.
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She smiled at me and closed the door, but not to sleep.
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This isn't making any sense.
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I was yours the night before this.
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And the smell of your sheets is the remnants of it.
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This is the last time.
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This is the last fight.
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Sunsets to sunrise.
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Morning to midnight.
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And this is my goodbye.
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So blow out the candle.
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The bottle is dry.
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And these pages learn to think.
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You're not even worth my black ink revenge.
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I guarantee you'll miss me.
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So I'm writing you out of my dreams.
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And you'll miss me I swear when I leave.
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Yeah, I'm writing you out.
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I'm crossing my T's.
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And I want back the necklace that I said you could keep.
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And you miscomprehend and I scorn you to death.
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My words are as strong as my last gasp for breath.
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Leave nothing behind.
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Not a trace or a crumb.
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And no clues to unlock how painful this was.
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And so I'm writing you out of my dreams.
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And you'll miss me I swear when I leave.
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This is the last time.
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This is the last fight.
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Sunsets to sunrise.
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Morning to midnight.
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And this is my goodbye.
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So blow out the candle.
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The bottle is dry.
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And these pages learn to think.
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You're not even worth my...
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Black Ink Revenge
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| Automatic Loveletter |
