Hint
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Answer
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Refrain
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Saying
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goodbye
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is
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death
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by
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a
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thousand
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cuts
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Flashbacks
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waking
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me
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up
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I
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get
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drunk,
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but
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it's
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not
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enough
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'Cause
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the
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morning
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comes
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and
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you're
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not
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my
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baby
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I
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look
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through
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the
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windows
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of
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this
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love
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Even
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though
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we
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boarded
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them
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up
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Chandelier's
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still
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flickering
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here
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'Cause
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I
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can't
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pretend
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it's
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ok
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when
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it's
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not
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It's
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death
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by
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a
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thousand
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cuts
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Couplet
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I
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dress
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to
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kill
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my
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time
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I
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take
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the
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long
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|
way
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home
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I
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ask
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the
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traffic
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lights
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if
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it'll
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be
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all
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right
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They
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say,
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"I
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don't
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know"
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And
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what
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once
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was
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ours
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is
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no
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one's
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now
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I
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see
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you
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everywhere
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The
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Hint
|
Answer
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|
only
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|
thing
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we
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share
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Is
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this
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small
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town
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You
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said
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it
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was
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a
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great
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love
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One
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for
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the
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ages
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But
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if
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the
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story's
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over
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Why
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am
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I
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still
|
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writing
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pages?
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Refrain
|
'Cause
|
|
saying
|
|
goodbye
|
|
is
|
|
death
|
|
by
|
|
a
|
|
thousand
|
|
cuts
|
|
Flashbacks
|
|
waking
|
|
me
|
|
up
|
|
I
|
|
get
|
|
drunk,
|
|
but
|
|
it's
|
|
not
|
|
enough
|
|
'Cause
|
|
the
|
|
morning
|
|
comes
|
|
and
|
|
you're
|
|
not
|
|
my
|
|
baby
|
|
I
|
|
look
|
|
through
|
|
the
|
|
windows
|
|
of
|
|
this
|
|
love
|
|
Even
|
|
though
|
|
we
|
|
boarded
|
|
them
|
|
up
|
|
Chandelier
|
|
still
|
|
flickering
|
|
here
|
|
'Cause
|
|
I
|
|
can't
|
|
pretend
|
|
it's
|
|
okay
|
|
when
|
|
it's
|
|
not
|
|
It's
|
|
death
|
|
by
|
|
a
|
|
thousand
|
|
cuts
|
Bridge
|
My
|
|
heart,
|
|
my
|
|
hips,
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|
my
|
|
body,
|
|
my
|
|
love
|
|
Trying
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|
Hint
|
Answer
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|
to
|
|
find
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|
a
|
|
part
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|
of
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|
me
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|
that
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|
you
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didn't
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|
touch
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|
Gave
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up
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|
on
|
|
me
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|
like
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I
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was
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a
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|
bad
|
|
drug
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Now
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|
I'm
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|
searching
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for
|
|
signs
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|
in
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a
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|
haunted
|
|
club
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|
Our
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songs,
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|
our
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films,
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|
united
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|
we
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|
stand
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Our
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country,
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|
guess
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|
it
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was
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a
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lawless
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|
land
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Quiet
|
|
my
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|
fears
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|
with
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|
the
|
|
touch
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|
of
|
|
your
|
|
hand
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|
Paper
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|
cut
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|
stings
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|
from
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|
our
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|
paper
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|
thin
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|
plans
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|
My
|
|
time,
|
|
my
|
|
wine,
|
|
my
|
|
spirit,
|
|
my
|
|
trust
|
|
Trying
|
|
to
|
|
find
|
|
a
|
|
part
|
|
of
|
|
me
|
|
you
|
|
didn't
|
|
take
|
|
up
|
|
Gave
|
|
you
|
|
too
|
|
much
|
|
but
|
|
it
|
|
wasn't
|
|
enough
|
|
But
|
|
I'll
|
|
be
|
|
all
|
|
right,
|
|
it's
|
|
just
|
|
a
|
|
thousand
|
|
cuts
|
Refrain
|
I
|
|
get
|
|
drunk
|
|
Hint
|
Answer
|
|
but
|
|
it's
|
|
not
|
|
enough
|
|
'Cause
|
|
you're
|
|
not
|
|
my
|
|
baby
|
|
I
|
|
look
|
|
through
|
|
the
|
|
windows
|
|
of
|
|
this
|
|
love
|
|
Even
|
|
though
|
|
we
|
|
boarded
|
|
them
|
|
up
|
|
Chandelier's
|
|
still
|
|
flickering
|
|
here
|
|
'Cause
|
|
I
|
|
can't
|
|
pretend
|
|
it's
|
|
ok
|
|
when
|
|
it's
|
|
not
|
|
No,
|
|
it's
|
|
not
|
|
It's
|
|
death
|
|
by
|
|
a
|
|
thousand
|
|
cuts
|
|
(you
|
|
didn't
|
|
touch)
|
Post-refrain
|
Trying
|
|
to
|
|
find
|
|
a
|
|
part
|
|
of
|
|
me
|
|
that
|
|
you
|
|
didn't
|
|
touch
|
|
My
|
|
body,
|
|
my
|
|
love,
|
|
my
|
|
trust
|
|
(it's
|
|
death
|
|
by
|
|
a
|
|
thousand
|
|
cuts)
|
|
But
|
|
it
|
|
wasn't
|
|
enough,
|
|
it
|
|
wasn't
|
|
enough,
|
|
no,
|
|
no
|
Outro
|
I
|
|
take
|
|
the
|
|
long
|
|
way
|
|
home
|
|
I
|
|
ask
|
|
the
|
|
traffic
|
|
lights
|
|
if
|
|
it'll
|
|
be
|
|
all
|
|
right
|
|
They
|
|
say,
|
|
"I
|
|
don't
|
|
know"
|
|