I can tell by the weight of your words that this is over
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All the should've but could'ves can no longer be
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This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting
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and i promise this to you i'll burn the devotion clean
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Filling every hole in my heart
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All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink
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Everything you were is fiction, everything you are is fiction
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And if you see me chin down and toungue tied
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this is all ihave to offer
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I thought i'd never be asking
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This is my last laugh in this place of dying
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And for you. this is the last goodbye you'll ever here
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It's not suppose to end like this
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Letterbomb
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Converge |