Ain't it like the sun to never shine
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And leave you in the dark
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Ain't it like the ones we left behind
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Or were they moving on
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Getting used to all alone
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Just pretending you was here
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Voices tearing through the halls
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Get used to it kid
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Suspicion, shame on the things we did
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Suspicion, stealing and lying to prove
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Suspicion, it's cold and dark as a well
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But it's just suspicion
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Ain't it like the gals who want to kiss
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To be a friend to you
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Ain't it like the string of consequence
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To put the faith in you
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All I want to do is buy some time
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For the sake of memory
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All I want to do is to try
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To hold on to these things
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Suspicion, haunting the streets of time
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Suspicion, boys they really got us this time
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Suspicion, it's cold and dark as a well
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Suspicion
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For all the things we need
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We only want the ones
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We couldn't seem to keep
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We hurt the ones we love
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We hurt the ones we love
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We hurt the ones we love
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Get used to it kid
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Suspicion, haunting the streets of time
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Suspicion, boy they really got us this time
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Suspicion, shame on the things we did
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Suspicion
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Ryan Adams |