If I rise, and we fall
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Will we find ourselves remembering at all?
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You're never coming back
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It never hurt like this
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Are we understanding or withstanding?
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I told you it'd never be this way
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It means the world to me
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I told you it'd never be this way, again
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What fools, we've made
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Now we find ourselves imagining a way
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I'm never coming back
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It never hurt like this
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Are we understanding or withstanding?
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I told you it'd never be this way
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It means the world to me
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I told you it'd never be this way, again
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I'm building daydreams carefully
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If only you could see, what became of me
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I'm building daydreams carefully
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If only you could see, what became of me
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What became of me
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I'm building daydreams carefully
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If only you could see, you wouldn't be ashamed of me
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I built this daydream carefully
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For only you to see
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Are you ever coming back?
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Have you ever hurt like this?
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Break from it, you're what became of me
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What Became Of Me
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Roses Are Red |