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Don't stop, this is your life
There's no heart and no soul.
Stop telling to yourself that you want control.
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You break me in two, tear me into
You looking back regretting every move
And I’m wearing thin, but they’re not wearing out
Time takes its toll and the distance is greater
Loss of control, we lost it
Take what you want from me
And I think I can’t feel anymore
Take what you want from me
And I can’t, I can’t think anymore
Held down tight and so tired
Hold on for your dearest life
I do as you say not as you’ve done
Hold on for your dearest life
I do as you say not as you’ve done
Hold on, hold on
Loss of control, we lost it
Take what you want from me
And I think I can’t feel anymore
Take what you want from me
And I can’t, I can’t think anymore
Dare I slow down and turn to paper
Folding end over end over end over
end.
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So cool and sweet, soft to the last curve of your lips.
Oh, does this feel the same? No. This can't be, 'cause this feels cheap.
Once young but now old, my heart was better sold.. a heart better sold.
So how did I hold you this long? Maybe you were still running, and I
Couldn't see it.. was too in love to notice what a fool I am and still becoming.
Well, are you laughing?
So cool and sweet, soft to the last curve of your lips.
Did you stop listening? This gash has run deep.
I'm in between insanity and hope's edge.
Well I wear this well, I'm aware.
Applaud as you like, beat your wrists twice.
A small pain rose to a swell I can't bear.
Applaud as you like, beat your wrists twice.
I'm tired of watching your lips, so tired of watching your lips move past me.
Is this for keeps?
I'm tired of watching your lips, so tired of watching your lips move without me.
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Manufactured dreams and a fabricated resolution
How can we move ahead in this backward motion?
So now you hear what took you years to listen for,
but still can't feel it.
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It's never this cold alone..
Where my beating strength once came from,
It will never be strong or beat again.. or beat again.
It's never this cold alone.
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I hope you see more of yourself than you were ready for,
All the things that you are now,
And how good things were before.
And how you left us,
And pushed us so far behind.
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It's what you want and who you are
That has always been two very different things...
So why don't you tell me how it was too little too late.
As far as I can see, it was the best we could do.