it's as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy that's not me
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tonight this candle will burn this to ashes and drink away problems still I seem to have this
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the sight of your lips as they're locked onto his, now it's over, the way that his eyes are locked onto all that I have
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it's as if I'm fading out, you're holding onto his hand still thinking that I'm alright, the thought of you right now is making me sick now holding the guy that's not me
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glass half empty time more wasted just swallowing sights but my eyes can't taste this
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this is me now, this is what you've done to me, I'm bent and bruised and I'm taking this away
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this is me
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I'm alone now, I don't need anyone
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The Dude Abides
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| A Day At The Fair |
