She buries the clocks
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times wide open like her thoughts
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but you still make sense
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and I feel the weakness in your touch
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I am in repair, so much that no one cares
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release the charm
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while I hold my hand over your mouth
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I would follow you down if you¡¯re still here
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I can't feel like I'm calling out your name
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we'll shake away the memories
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I know I feel the way you sin
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just scream "I won¡¯t surrender"
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this feels like plastic
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but on my own accord
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one day it makes you perfect
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a kind of treason that you live for
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but my god, what have we done
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I can't feel like I'm calling out your name
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we'll shake away the memories
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I know I feel the way you sin
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just scream "I won¡¯t surrender"
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cross my heart
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my lips defend your tongue
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my face demands your touch
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we fake but not enough
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you¡¯re gonna burn someday
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we¡¯re gonna live forever
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I'm calling out your name
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we'll shake away the memories
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I know I feel the way you sin
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just scream "I won¡¯t surrender"
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