The radio burns
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I will write a story
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About a friend we left behind
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Pick up where we left off?
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It's impossible, impossible
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We're better off to go our separate ways
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The radio burns this dimly lit room
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This night is such a blur to me
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I see it in your face
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The doors are closed
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So drink up another cliche
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Suffocate in what good friends are for
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I have learned to forgive through failing
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I failed you, I felt you let go
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Pick up pieces of our friendship
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Throw casual glances my way
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Battle your conscience and walk out trailing disgust
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The radio burns this dimly lit room
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This night is such a blur to me
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I hear it in your voice
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The doors are closed
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So drink up another cliche
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Suffocate in what good friends are for
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With this pen I fill with poison
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I will bury you
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Never felt this knife in my back
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I will bury you
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This night is neverending
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The situation has become critical
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Your body falls down to the floor
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A shadow dismembered in this basement
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How's your peace of mind?
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I'll only ask you once
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How's my peace of mind?
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So lie like you mean it
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Pretty In Quotes
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| Glory Nights |
