Tie me up with sheets, and hang me from your tree
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I'll stay out here all night, it doesn't even matter
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As long as I can see, into your room and feel
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Like I'm inside your life, I'll follow you forever
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Don't cut me down just yet, I'll make things right again
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Don't close your blinds on me, on me...
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I will never recover from this
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I will never believe in this again
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And I can never go back to the way I used to be before this started
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The snow won't go away, My nose runs down my face
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No one sees me here, It doesn't even matter
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And every step I take, I stay in the same place
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I can't begin to start again why can't I just be perfect?
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I will never recover from this
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I will never believe in this again
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I can never go back to the way I used to be before this started
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I will never recover from this
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I will never believe in this again
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I can never go back to the way I used to be before this started
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You see my ghost and you'll never forget it
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My face is as white as the snow that haunts me
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Your windows my door and nothing can stop me
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Sometimes betrayal can make you happy
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Don't cut me down just yet, I'll make things right again
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Don't close your blinds on me, on me...
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I will never recover from this
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I will never believe in this again
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I can never go back to the way I used to be before this started
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I will never recover from this
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I will never believe in this again
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I can never go back to the way I used to be before this started
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The Ides Of March
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| Silverstein |
