and it's a long fall from the top, girl
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and i've hit below the bottom before
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you made me trade what we started for
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tears and heavy-hearted, now
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alright fine, you had your's and i'll get mine
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and i've got the same songs on repeat
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and this is the worst mixtape you ever made for me
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all the best kids die believers
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put the phone to the receiver
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and i'll leave her standing colder than a stone
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abandon hope, abandon love
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so here it goes
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well maybe mom was right, your lips and eyes aren't worth the fight
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but your lips have shared mine and i guess they've had enough
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well maybe mom was right, your lips and eyes aren't worth the fight
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but your lips have shared mine and i guess they've had enough
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polaroids and hair ties
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the spoils of the war
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pictures on your wall
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empty beds and left unsaids
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your heart to break my fall
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my name is no good in this town anymore,
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too many kisses on collars lying on my closest floor
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my name is no good in this town anymore,
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too many kisses on collars lying on my closest floor
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don't say a word
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as our heartbeats collect in stereo tonight
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so don't say a word
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as our heartbeats collect in stereo tonight
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well maybe mom was right, your lips and eyes aren't worth the fight
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but your lips have shared mine and i guess they've had enough
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("shut the fuck up!")
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To The Victims Go The Spoils
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| 2*sweet |
