You can't, you can't forgive yourself, I don't blame you.
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At times I can't tell who you are anymore or if I ever even knew you.
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What exactly do you want to hear, yeah what exactly are we doing here.
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Your indecision makes a slow incision, cuts what little we have left.
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It doesn't feel a thing like falling.
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(It doesn't feel a thing like falling)
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I can't feel a thing as I watch you move in and out the door?
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You can't, you can't forgive yourself, I don't blame you.
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It's times when I can't see a way out of this whole you've dug us into.
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What exactly do you want from me, yeah who exactly did you want me to be.
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Your indecision all this endless friction burns what little we have left.
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It doesn't feel a thing like falling.
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(It doesn't feel a thing like falling)
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I can't feel a thing as I watch you move in and out the door?
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Oh there was this part of me ?? that when the ?? her?
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I appreciate the details, that's where God goes to get loved?
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?? used to represent? wash my filthy hands, wash my filthy hands.
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Like fall... like fall. like falll.. like fall..
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It doesn't feel a thing like falling.
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(It doesn't feel a thing like falling)
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I can't feel a thing as I watch you move in and out the door?
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Like falllllll
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It Doesn't Feel A Thing Like Falling
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| Taking Back Sunday |
