Chop chop
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I've got myself to blame for this
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I've tried to compensate for everything I'm not,
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and every face forgotten.
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You felt the sun warming your bed
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you looked so quintessential pressed against that cross,
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in the face of what was lost.
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Still I'm not asking much of me,
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and you're ignoring the matter...
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You'll shut me up and bleed me dry.
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Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
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If nothing else matters, then
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I will die trying,
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thinking about you and I.
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Three years on Friday since we met
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you felt that existential kiss upon your neck.
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how could we forget that?
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Still I'm through acting like this feels right,
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and that nothing else matters.
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You'll shut me up and bleed me dry.
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Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
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If nothing else matters, then
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I will die trying,
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trying not to think about you...
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Yeah
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It's on yourself and no one else.
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It's on yourself and no one else.
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but without hindsight
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I guess it serves me right.
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You'll shut me up and bleed me dry.
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Cheap champagne and a disappearing lifeline.
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if nothing else matters
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then I will die trying
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thinking about you and I.
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Shut me up and bleed me dry
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it's only a matter of time
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Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
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it's only a matter of time.
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Santi.
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Chop Chop
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