Your self destruction has become mine.
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Your reflection contains nothing but vacant eyes.
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Those vacant eyes tell the stories, tell the stories.
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You forsake all loyalties for lies.
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You're too late to decide.
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This can't go right.
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Cause I got this tonight,
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I got this tonight.
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I wondered how hurt you'd be (the words we've become)
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After you read this (were they yours or mine)
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Did it even speed your heartbeat (is that what you thought)
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Or make you nervous? (thought that you would find)
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I need to say this (what you waited for)
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The best parts were hush, hush (tonight)
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The best parts were pure luck (tonight)
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But I swore that this time
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I was more than your hook up.
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Those vacant eyes looking back,
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To see your words under my skin.
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And I am more than a moment,
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But I had to give in.
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A person gets just one chance
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To say what they really mean.
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You said yours, I'll say mine
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It's all wasted, so fake it, at nineteen.
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The best years have passed you by.
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The best years have already passed.
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You forsake all loyalties for lies,
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You forsake all loyalties for lies.
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Your penny thoughts of leaving (I can still hear the sound)
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Together from this town (we can work this out)
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Convinced the boy inside me (with the last of my strength)
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To let his guard down (I said everything)
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You played me so well (enjoy your time left)
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I didn't notice when the floor fell (without the blame)
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From underneath my feet
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I thought we were floating.
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Those vacant eyes looking back,
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To see your words under my skin.
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And I am more than a moment,
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But I had to give in.
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A person gets just one chance
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To say what they really mean.
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You said yours, I'll say mine.
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It's all wasted, so fake it, at nineteen.
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The best years have passed you by,
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The best years have already passed you by.
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Is this the world passing by?
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Or is it turning, turning?
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This is the first time that I have ever looked inside myself.
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It was the first time that I ever looked inside myself.
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Now the world beneath my feet is turning, turning.
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Oh, this silly world keeps turning, turning away.
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All this time the world I knew was turning, turning.
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All this time that I loved you,
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You were turning, turning away.
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I'm Not Here For Rage I'm Here For Revenge
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| Emery |
