Hello, this is last night calling.
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Just making sure that you got my drift.
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It's the one that dropped you off that cliff.
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Wake up, this is yesterday screaming to you from god knows where.
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I'm sorry I left so quick, but eating all that shit made me sick.
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I hope you understand.
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I'm torn between screaming and kissing you, so alone I forgot to miss you.
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I shoulda told you the truth, well you know what they say.
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Hindsight's always 20 knives to the brain.
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Congratulations, heart.
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You've committed the ultimate crime.
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At least we know you're still working but I followed you the wrong way this time.
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What's up with me not calling, telling you everything I feel?
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Even the devil turned down that deal.
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Don't you remember all those things we believed in?
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I guess worse things have been done, just let me know when you think of one.
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We oughta be ashamed.
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Always thought of myself as an honest guy.
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Turns out I'm only painfully, partially right.
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Lesson learned posthumously, so it goes.
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Hindsight's always 20 Tyson-type blows.
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Congratulations, heart.
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You've committed the ultimate crime.
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At least we know you're still beating, but apparently you can't keep time.
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How can we expect to live with the truth under our matresses,
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suffocating the souls we were trying to save?
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Knives To The Brain
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DESA |