The sun said nothing
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About my demise
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My fall to the floor
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Sparks from your stare
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Cascade into mine
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Started a war
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Started a war
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Monday morning
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Hungover, red eyes
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Hide it all the way
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We walk through a crowd of strangers
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Two minutes from your door
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You lived there all your life
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Every conversation within you
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Starts a celebration in me
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Till I got nothing left
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I got nothing left
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Out of it you handle it for everyone
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Take a poison dart to my heart and then I'm gone
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Every conversation within you
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Starts a celebration in me
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Till I got nothing left
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I got nothing left
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These floorboards creaking
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My body's old
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The sun casts a shadow
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At dusk that cuts through your bones
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Your body and soul
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Every conversation within you
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Starts a celebration in me
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Till I got nothing left
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I got nothing left
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I got nothing left
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I got nothing left
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Nothing
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