Lights out,
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I still hear the rain,
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These images that fill my head,
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Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
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Tell my voice what it takes,
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To speak up,
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Speak up,
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and keep my conscience clean when I wake.
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Don't make this easy,
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I want you to mean it,
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Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
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You're dressed to kill,
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I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)
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Now there's an aching in my back;
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a stabbing pain that says I lack,
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the common sense and confidence,
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to bring an end to promises,
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that I make in times of desperate conversation,
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hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end.
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Just say when.
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Don't make this easy,
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I want you to mean it,
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Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
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You're dressed to kill,
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I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)
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I've never told a lie,
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and that makes me a liar,
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I've never made a bet,
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but we gamble with desire,
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I've never lit a match,
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with intent to start a fire,
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but recently the flames,
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are getting out of control.
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Call me a name,
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Kill me with words,
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Forget about me,
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It's what I deserve,
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I was your chance,
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to get out of this town,
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but I ditched the car,
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and left you to,
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Wait outside,
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I hope the air will serve to remind you,
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that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
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and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.
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(in my chest)
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Jasey Rae
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| All Time Low |
