this frame once held my favorite picture
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but now it's empty, now it's broken
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and that's how you left my chest
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hallowed out by your hands
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where you dug a grave and laid
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your memory to rest
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well i hate the way you say i told you so
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this is for all the wilted petals on the floor
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this is for the waste of a dozen roses, maybe more
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this is for how you deserved
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nothing more from a rose than the thorns
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this should have ended with the kiss
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that you left on someone else's lips
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which turned my heart inside out
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you left it looking much the same
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a motionless mass of muscle and vain
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as i clean up this mess you've made
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so as i sing you to sleep
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i hope my ghost haunts your dreams
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lost in your memory
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as bad as it seems
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i hate the way you say i told you so
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this is for all the wilted petals on the floor
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this is for a waste of a dozen roses maybe more
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this is for how you deserved
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nothing more from a rose than the thorns
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so twist the knife
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fashion me counter clockwise
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turn back time
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forget that you were never mine
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so twist the knife (with this knife i will cut)
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fashion me counter clockwise (the last piece of you from me)
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turn back time (the razor blades will separate)
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forget that you were never mine (any connections we've made)
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but there's complications
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in the operation
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that keeps me from forgetting your face
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turn back time (but come tomorrow i'll rid the sorrow)
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forget that you were never mine (from within my heart which you plagued)
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Loose Lips Sink Ships
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Hit The Lights |