This is the start of the second part
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of a song that you¡¯ll never hear.
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This is how it felt stealing pieces of hell
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to adorn the walls of your apartment with.
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This is me with the ink dried on the page,
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taking into account that feelings change.
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You think we¡¯re better off friends
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I got a million ways to make sure we¡¯re strangers again.
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The perfect end to a train wreck of a weekend.
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We¡¯ve bandaged scars with stolen cars and bottled pride.
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And if this song was to be about you,
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it would have something to do with who¡¯s the ruin of who.
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But then it couldn¡¯t be more about me too.
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This is the heart of crashing cars, breaking down doors and falling in love
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it¡¯s not caring at all
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and taking whatever you can get whenever it comes.
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I know if I take my time
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I swear to God I burn a bridge with every line.
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Steal a piece of hell
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and blend it in so well
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with this train wreck of a life.
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The failing health, the stories
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I tell all seem to blend in so damn well
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with this train wreck of a life.
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Terribly Softly
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| Crime In Stereo |
