I feel like my feet have forgotten the way to your door
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I have my hands and my words but what are they for
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And you said you thought i was cute but i'm just a cutflower
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And every second's an hour
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We scream, scream, that wasn't the way that it was
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I believe beauty was drowned in because
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My mix and match memory has managed to make you a god
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And everything else i forgot
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye goodguy
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I want to tell someone invisible that it's not fair
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We're made up of moments and fingernails, toenails and hair
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And in between be and begin and a jail of clay
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How can you love me anyway?
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye goodguy
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Something was hovering over you boy, just then
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You scolded me, told me don't bother, and vanished again
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And everything perfect you said was just mirrors and wires
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You look left, i was right
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Here with my feet in my fire
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye goodguy
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Goodbye
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Goodbye
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Goodbye...
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Goodbye
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Goodbye Goodguy
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Frente! |