"i'll try this, i'll try this, but just for fun"
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your past has stolen what your tongue wanted to say and it stole your hands
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and burned them on its firey demands
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and you want to know why things happen to you?
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do you really want to know as well as i do?
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cuz i swear you promised more than this to me,
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although, i should know by the blood on my face and the skin on your fist
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"this kiss, last kiss, and then it's done"
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tell me what good did ever come from this?
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tried this, but just for fun
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is that what made you load the gun?
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sorry that i never knew you well
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well enough to know, well enough to doubt your eyes
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the color of your eyes
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i never looked cuz i didn't want to realize what i had gotten myself into
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what i had put myself through for something i never saw
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The Color Of Your Lies
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| 88 Miles Per Hour |
