Everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it,
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sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it.
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And now you're so dependent.
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Now you're so defensive.
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Now you're finding reasons why they're all wrong.
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So in love with all your vices.
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You can't change or move on.
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And it comes to this,
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such tragic endings.
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You shake your fist,
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just stop pretending.
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It comes to this,
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such tragic endings.
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It's hit or miss,
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just stop pretending now.
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Everyone keeps asking you "what exactly happened?"
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You've got all these excuses but
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you don't have an answer
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because you don't know yourself,
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you don't know your own weaknesses.
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You're always innocent
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because you're never honest.
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So wrapped up in your perspective.
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Morality has become an opinion.
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It comes to this,
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such tragic endings.
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You shake your fist,
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just stop pretending.
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It comes to this,
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such tragic endings.
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It's hit or miss,
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just stop pretending now.
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You wanted to be left alone
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but you wanted someone to say
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"boy, I'm always here for you"
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but you can't have it both ways.
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Now no one knows what you've done.
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No one knows what you've done.
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No one knows what you've done
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and it's just as well.
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The only thing that comforts me is
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knowing that you'll never be happy.
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It's Everyone's Fault But Mine
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Straylight Run |