sometimes when i push this pain out of my ribs
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it reminds me of your heart,
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should i tell him about the time i threw his card out of the car?
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but whats the point in grieving when i still have reasons to hate you?
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but who is by your side tonight?
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and maybe one day i will come to your window
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and steal all my songs back,
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steal all my songs back.
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it's somehow hollow these days,
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remembering the fun we had,
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the good times they're all gone.
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it's just a moment in time, now that moment's gone.
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the five seconds they pass me by so fast,
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but what's the point in grieving when i still have reasons to hate you?
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but who is by your side tonight?
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and maybe one day i will crawl through your window
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and steal all my songs back.
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One Final Swan Song
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| Somehow Hollow |
