I ended the book that I'm writing
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The part about you, I'm tearing it out
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A simple goodnight, stop fighting
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There's nothing left to fucking fight about
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I'm leaving you here my little darling
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To search for a better and easy way out
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Through all of the pain that I've been causing
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There's nothing left to scream about
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Recorded italian radio
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I changed up the words to make you happy though
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And in front of the midnight music show
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I beat the shit out of the boy that made you happy
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I know just the things that you want me to be
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They out-weigh the ones that make me happy
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So put out your hand to meet my, fine new lady
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she's rock and roll and she'll save me
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Italian Radio
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| Blue October |
