I've taken all the notes you gave me
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and built a paper plane to carry this broken heart and sleeping pills...
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The next morning i'll be gone
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as autumn sends its best wishes the search is over and im still missing.
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From up here perfect seems oh so wrong.
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This shattered glass lines the cracks in the floor but the bullet missed its mark.
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The record skipped...and the needle cut your lips.
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But i'll miss you when you're gone.
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Your ink filled eyes, they blink
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and the tears stain your porcelain cheeks a cinematic smile is kind on the eyes...
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we rehearse and we rehearse these heartfelt lines(lies) your lipstick still haunts me.
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Its ghost on my collar.
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Red and white they collide.
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Bruises fade but your love stains, stains. Stains. Stains me.
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Yeah baby its too bright in this ballroom tonight so turn out the lights.
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I can see the silhouette of hurt in yout eyes and the knives in your back.
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God knows i slipped, saying sorry with these marks on my wrists.
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God knows i slipped.
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Saying sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
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This shattered glass lines the cracks in the floor but the bullet missed its mark.
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The record skipped...and the needle cut your lips.
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But i'll miss you when you're gone.
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The Phone Is Such A Blunt Object
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