So this is odd
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Painful realization that all has gone wrong
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And nobody cares at all
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And nobody cares at all
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So you buried all your lovers clothes
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And burned the letters lover wrote
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But it doesn't make it any better
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Does it make it any better?
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And the plaster dented from your fist
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In the hall where you had your first kiss
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Reminds you that the memories will fade
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So this is strange
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A side stepping has come to be a brilliant dance
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Where nobody leads at all
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Where nobody leads at all
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And the picture frames are facing down
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And the ringing from this empty sound
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Is deafening and keeping you from sleep
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And breathing is a foreign task
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And thinking's just too much to ask
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And you're measuring your minutes by a clock thats blinking eights
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And this is incredible, starving, insatiable
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Yes this is love for the first time
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And you'd like to think that you were invincible
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Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time
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Well this is the last time
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This is the last time
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This is the last time
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This Brilliant Dance
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Dashboard Confessional |