There is no safer place than in between cold embraces
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Say it again
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I like how you work my name
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Embroidering the pain on every speck of skin
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The distance has been not so kind
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I curse this caveat
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And the temperatures are wearing paper thin
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I am sick of listening
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The worst is yet to come, my dear
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I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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If you just let me make my own mistakes
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I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way
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Too heavy to hold my own evaporating soul
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Sweltered and sandwiched in the middle
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Of this melting heart of major compromise
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I have one foot out and one foot almost in
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I am sick of listening
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The worst is yet to come, my dear
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I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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If you just let me make my own mistakes
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I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way
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Only in the worst way
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I won't say I'm sorry
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This hasn't been a waste of time
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Tell me, do you think we'll be fine after all?
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I'm all nerve, an anxious, sort of complicated fear
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The worst is yet to come, my dear
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The worst is yet to come, my dear
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I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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If you just let me make my own mistakes
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I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way
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The worst is yet to come, my dear
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I've been fighting back for what feels like nearly several hundred years
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If you just let me make my own mistakes
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I promise I'll behave, only in the worst way
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Only in the worst way
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Only in the worst way
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The Worst Is Yet To Come
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| Motion City Soundtrack |
