Will you, will you ever learn
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I haven't come to a conclusion yet
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Your Charm, Your history hasn't been
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A living hand
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We can lift up ourselves from this disaster
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I can learn by myself run any faster
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I can't make myself only you can
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Tomorrow I'll find you there
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Beyond the street lights, nails and board in hand
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And I'll beg you to figure out
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To figure out yourself and every move you make
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I'm coming down
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Way down past these thoughts that I once had
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It's where you and I are placed
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I realize
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That this knife was not for me
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And after you tell me your life story
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Tomorrow I'll be right there
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Wanting something more than, something more than...
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A sting by your fingertips
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Or the poison that resides upon your lips
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I'm waiting for my life again
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I'm waiting for my legs to be untied
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I've been waiting for you ever since you fell asleep last night
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And I'm waking up, I'm burning down
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Don't miss me when I leave this time
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I'm begging for my life again
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I'm begging for my legs to be untied
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I've been waiting for you ever since you fell asleep last night
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And I'm waking up, I'm burning down
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Don't miss me when I leave this time
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Throw up your white flag and show your face to me
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Your Juliet castles and your Romeo suicidal dreams
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Have been blown to the wind
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Were giving up, were giving in, until the end
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Were a knife to the throat still means best friend
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Heres to the night we gave our hands
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To save each other but we couldn't save our plan
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Weeks and weeks of suffering
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Didn't matter as much as to how the thoughts of saving your simple complexion
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To the baby blues and ruby reds
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Of obsession and progression and what you really mean to me
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Did you think that you had a chance
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With your way with words and your way with romance
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I wanted her too much
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Vash: The Stampede
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Four Year Strong |