We both want the world
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But we both know that this gets old
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If I could open up my chest then maybe
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I could find a way to give you
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Just a little piece of my heart
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Sometimes I would rather cut your lips
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Right off your face than kiss them goodnight
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But then, sometimes
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You can make a room feel perfect when you try
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Because a mouth full of lies will leave a sour taste
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That cuts just like a knife as it slides down your throat
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Yeah you would give up the world and fall to your knees to show me that you care
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We could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
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In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
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Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know
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Yeah, here we go
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If I could find your eyes from across the room we have to try
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Not to throw away this happiness
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If the air explodes between us then this is more than just a feeling
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Today I woke up missing you another day goes by alone
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We could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
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In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
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Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know
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Yeah, here we go
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Not every movie has a happy ending
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But frame by frame I learn to love you
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When I see flowers bloom in your footsteps
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I learn to love you
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I learn to love you
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Frame by frame
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Here we go
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In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be, yeah
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Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will
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In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
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Yeah, here we go
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In Her Bedroom
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| Story Of The Year |
