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She’ll sing the song she wrote |
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I’m starting to give up |
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You asked me to make you cry |
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Once upon a time, |
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Tears are like bleached blood: |
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As [the] darkness settles in over my heart, |
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&& with my last breath... |
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I hate staying up every night crying my veins dry because im telling you how i feel about you and you just toss it aside...like im some dead rose... |
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Boy: What’s wrong: |
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Cross my heart, hope to die, |