I know it's a cliché
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When they say we were doomed before we could start
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We were making no headway
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But cold logic wont bring back the sound of your heart
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It's probably too late now, so I won't try to taste it
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everything that I love, I manage to waste it
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Wish I could help you to hate me
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You slice the wound and I'll pour in the salt
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Alcohol makes the pain stay
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But either way it's everybody's fault
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And now when it rains, the trees send no comfort
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I'll try to forget that everything's my fault
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And I'll never call, it's such a mean distance
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What once was before, I guess is now finished
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I'm helping you hate me
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Helping You Hate Me
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Bluebottle Kiss |