Walking away.
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It's not the same as running.
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Is it to you now that you've run in this ground.
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And you say take this.
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This medicine is just what you deserve.
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Swallow, choke, and die.
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And this bitter pill is leaving you
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with such an angry mouth.
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One that's void of all discretion
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such an awful tearing sound.
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With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
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glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
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is never wearing out.
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It's wearing off
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and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
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and a head to match.
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The bottle is waiting
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the cap is twisted begging to be used
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and so are you.
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This Bitter Pill
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| Dashboard Confessional |
