when the summer finally burns your insides
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we'll know you put the lies in allies
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when the summer finally says its time to see
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we'll see the blueprints of a broken heart
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no matter what your apology confesses I still know
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you read me like a soliloquy from my head down to my toes
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sometimes apologies don't mean a thing
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like four in the morning when you're in bed sleeping
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you don't need a phone conversation to wake you up to bring you down
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cause when it's over we both know
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so here we are again
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I'll take your fragile hand and say
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a million of the ugliest lies that allies could ever tell
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you can't express yourself and you've tried 10,000 times
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exponentially meaningless and even less with time
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so this is what I want from you
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a list of everything you'd try to make things worse
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and make things hard
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so this is where we draw the line
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standing at the great divide
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plotting revenge
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take me off this
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in your sleep you cry my name
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in your sleep you choke your sheets
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one more time
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one more slit
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your tongue keeps moving like a mute
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tied in knots by your deceit
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one more time
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one more slit
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so sleep with one eye open tonight
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cause this will be your final resting place
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your hands on one another and pray that you make it out alive
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The Lies In Allies
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The Audition |