I'm throwing away pictures
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That i never should have taken in the first place
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And it's cold in my apartment
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As i'm changing all the colors
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From the brightest reds to grays
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Well it's 3 o'clock on monday morning
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I'm just hoping you're not seeing his face
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I've been getting calls in these hotel rooms
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Long enough to know that it was him
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That took my place
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And i hope this makes you happy now
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That the flame we had is burning out
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And i hope you like your pictures facing down
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As even broken hearts may have their doubts
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And i'm burning all the letters
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Hoping that i might forget her and her bad taste
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That she left when she was leaving me
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A life of barely breathing as she walked
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Out of this place
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And you dropped the note and we changed key
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You changed yourself and i changed me
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I really didn't see us singing through this
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Then you screamed the bridge
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And i cried the verse
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And our chorus came out unrehearsed
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And you smiled the whole way through it
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I guess maybe that's what's worse
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And i hope this makes you happy now
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That the flame we had is burning out
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And i hope you like your pictures facing down
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As even broken hearts may have their doubts
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And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf
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And i don't need you or anybody else
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So take a look at me
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See what you want to see
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When you get home
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Take me home
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I'd rather die than be with you
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Take me home
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You have a problem with the truth
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Take me home
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Because this happens every time
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I knew it would...
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I knew it would...
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Take me home
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I'd rather die than be with you
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Take me home
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You have a problem with the truth
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Take me home
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Because this happens every time
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And i knew it would...
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I knew it would...
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And i hope this makes you happy now
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That the flame we had is burning out
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And i hope you like your pictures facing down
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As even broken hearts may have their doubts
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And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf
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And i don't need you or anybody else
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So take a look at me
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See what you want to see
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When you get home
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If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had To Do Was Ask
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Mayday Parade |