How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup
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truck where your heart IS BLANK.
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I'd love to say that I hate you,
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and I can't forget the feeling in my head when
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These miles behind us are GROWING father,
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and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.
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Your SENSES SCREAMED into my head,
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and I knEw this has to end
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Without you, without you.
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How does it feel to be dead?
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Alone and cold without the one I SAID I'D DIE WITH
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I'd love to say that I hate you.
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For the pain you passed away,
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for the anger CAUSED, I LAY myself to sleep.
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These miles behind us are GROWING farther,
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and I seem to forget I'm still breathing.
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Your SENSES SCREAMED into my head,
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and I knEw this has to end
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Without you, without you.
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I find it in you, it's tearing up my skin,
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and finding its way to my heart.
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(KILL ME) You should (NEVER) rot like this
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Miles Behind Us
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| My American Heart |
