I guess I could've sent a letter from the road
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With words that always meant more then updates on the phone.
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The signal's fading fast
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And the ink is running out;
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The words look good in pen
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but sound better from my mouth.
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Please hold me tightly,
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I don't care if I can't breathe tonight.
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Forget these lungs, their jealousy;
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I'm burning out but I can't leave this all behind (leave this all behind)
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Forget these lungs, their jealousy,
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I'm burning out but I can't leave-this-all-behind
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Behind your back
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Talking like knives,
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And I can hardly breathe.
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Sharpen your tongue the rest of your life,
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And I can not believe
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Anything that you say.
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Please hold me tightly,
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I don't care if I can't breathe tonight.
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Forget these lungs, their jealousy
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I'm burning out but I can't leave this all behind (leave this all behind)
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Forget these lungs, their jealousy
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You're burning up but I can't leave this all behind
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So you're the fire and I am the water.
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I am the pallette and you are the color.
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I won't forget you when
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we're not together.
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This is the ending,
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Here's my surrender.
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(So you're the fire and I am the water.
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I am the pallette and you are the color.
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I won't forget you when
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We're not together
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This is the ending,
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Here's my surrender.)
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Please hold me tightly,
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I don't care if I can't breathe tonight.
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Forget these lungs, their jealousy
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I'm burning out but I can't leave this all behind (leave this all behind)
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Forget these lungs, their jealousy
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I'm burning out but I can't leave-
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Where Can I Stab Myself In The Ears
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| Hawthorne Heights |
