Beauty fades under florescent lights
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Where shadows fit in between the lines
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Afraid to grow old and I blame you
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For taking those years and making me true
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And I'm talking trash, throwing black and blue
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You look at me and ask, darling what did I do
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And all I want is to be good to you
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And I'm buried alive trying to dig through
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I don't mean half of the things I say
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Hell maybe I'm trying to make you run away
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And I woke up this morning and you were still here
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And I haven't done a thing to deserve you all year
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And I'm outta my head when you're out of sight
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And I'm outta my mind almost every night
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And all I want is to be good to you
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And I'm buried alive trying to dig through
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Trying to dig through
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When all I want is to be good to you
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And all I want is to be good to you
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And I'm buried alive trying to dig through
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And all I want is to be good to you
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And I'm buried alive trying to dig through
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Well I woke up this morning and you were still here
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And I haven't done a thing to deserve you all year
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Good To You
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| Damhnait Doyle |
