| I’ve got myself to blame for this
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| I’ve tried to compensate for everything I’m not,
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| and every face forgotten.
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| You felt the sun warming your bed
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| you looked so quintessential pressed against that cross,
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| in the face of what was lost.
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| Still I’m not asking much of me,
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| and you’re ignoring the matter…
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| You’ll shut me up and bleed me dry.
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| Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
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| If nothing else matters, then
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| I will die trying,
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| thinking about you and I.
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| Three years on Friday since we met
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| you felt that existential kiss upon your neck.
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| how could we forget that?
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| Still I’m through acting like this feels right,
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| and that nothing else matters.
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| You’ll shut me up and bleed me dry.
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| Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
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| If nothing else matters, then
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| I will die trying,
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| trying not to think about you…
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| Yeah
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| It’s on yourself and no one else.
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| It’s on yourself and no one else.
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| but without hindsight
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| I guess it serves me right.
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| You’ll shut me up and bleed me dry.
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| Cheap champagne and a disappearing lifeline.
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| if nothing else matters
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| then I will die trying
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| thinking about you and I.
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| Shut me up and bleed me dry
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| it’s only a matter of time
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| Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
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| it’s only a matter of time.
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| Santi. |