This is the soundtrack
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To saying goodbye
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We are making out
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With desperate days
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So turn the volume up high
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(You love it)
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God bless repeat - play nights
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Heartbreaks and fights
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And all the pretty kids
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With the tired tired eyes
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Sitting out parties
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To be with your headphones
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Reciting your last words
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And writing your last notes
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This is the soundtrack
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To saying goodbye
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For feeling cold like December
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In the middle of July (so fuck it)
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We are dead flowers
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And pocket change - me
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Forcing smiles - so tragic baby
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We are the depressed
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Future heartbreakers
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And this is how we sound
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Sometimes I just want to fade away
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With no goodbyes - or anything
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I slept right through the yesterdays
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'Cause everybody was in my way
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This is the soundtrack
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To saying goodbye
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We are dropping coins
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Into dead payphones
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To hear the sound of our voice
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Just to know we're alone
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And it's beyond me
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Why people couldn't see
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We were the true meaning of beauty
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Hhumming "love"
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With stiches in our hands
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So young, I broke a wall with my hand
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That broke a heart with a pen
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So young, I was singing
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"Love" in my head
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And if you know what I know
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Then you know that love is dead
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We were born just to fade away
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With no goodbyes - or anything
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We slept right through the yesterdays
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'Cause everybody was in our way
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Goodbye my loves
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You can have my heart
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This is volume three of our tragedy
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(We Are)
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Give Up The Ghost |