Lyric
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Sunshine
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there
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ain't
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a
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thing
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that
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you
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can
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do
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that's
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gonna
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ruin
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my
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night
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But
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there's
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just
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something
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about
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This
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dizzy
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dreamer
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and
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her
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bleeding
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little
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blue
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boy
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Licking
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your
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fingers
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like
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you're
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done
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and
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you've
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decided
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There
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is
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so
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much
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more
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than
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me
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And
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baby
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honestly
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Lyric
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it's
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harder
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breathing
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next
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to
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you
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I
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shake
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I
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brought
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a
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gun
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in
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as
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the
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preacher
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tried
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to
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stop
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me
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Hold
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my
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heart
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it's
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beating
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for
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you
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anyway
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What
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if
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I
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can't
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forget
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you
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I'll
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burn
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your
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name
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into
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my
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throat
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I'll
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be
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the
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fire
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that'll
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catch
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Lyric
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you
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What's
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so
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good
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about
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picking
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up
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the
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pieces
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None
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of
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the
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colors
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ever
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light
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up
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anymore
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in
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this
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hole
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Nobody
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prays
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for
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the
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heartless
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Nobody
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gives
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another
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penny
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for
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the
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selfish
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You're
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learning
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how
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to
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taste
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what
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you
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kill
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now
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Don't
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mind
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me
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I'm
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just
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Lyric
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reaching
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for
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your
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necklace
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Talking
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to
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my
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Mom
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about
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this
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little
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girl
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from
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Texas
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What
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if
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I
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can't
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forget
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you
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I'll
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burn
|
your
|
name
|
into
|
my
|
throat
|
I'll
|
be
|
the
|
fire
|
that'll
|
catch
|
you
|
What's
|
so
|
good
|
about
|
picking
|
up
|
the
|
pieces
|
None
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of
|
the
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colours
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Lyric
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ever
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light
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up
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anymore
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in
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this
|
hole
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Just
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give
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her
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back
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to
|
me
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You
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know
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I
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can't
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afford
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the
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medicine
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that
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feeds
|
what
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I
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need
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So
|
baby
|
what
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if
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I
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can't
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forget
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you
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Collide
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invisible
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lips
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like
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a
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shadow
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on
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the
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wall
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And
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just
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throw
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oh
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Lyric
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no
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You
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can't
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just
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throw
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me
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away
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So
|
what
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if
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I
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can't
|
forget
|
you
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I'll
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be
|
the
|
name
|
into
|
my
|
throat
|
I'll
|
be
|
the
|
fire
|
that'll
|
catch
|
you
|
What's
|
so
|
good
|
about
|
picking
|
up
|
the
|
pieces
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What
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if
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I
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don't
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even
|
want
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to
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What
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if
|
I
|
|
Lyric
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can't
|
forget
|
you
|
I'll
|
burn
|
your
|
name
|
into
|
my
|
throat
|
I'll
|
be
|
the
|
fire
|
that'll
|
catch
|
you
|
What's
|
so
|
good
|
about
|
picking
|
up
|
the
|
pieces
|
None
|
of
|
the
|
colors
|
ever
|
light
|
up
|
anymore
|
in
|
this
|
hole
|
Just
|
give
|
her
|
back
|
to
|
me
|
You
|
know
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I
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can't
|
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Lyric
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afford
|
the
|
medicine
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that
|
feeds
|
what
|
I
|
need
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So
|
baby
|
what
|
if
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I
|
can't
|
forget
|
you
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I'd
|
better
|
learn
|
to
|
live
|
alone
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What's
|
so
|
good
|
about
|
picking
|
up
|
the
|
pieces
|
What's
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so
|
good
|
about
|
What's
|
so
|
good
|
about
|
What's
|
so
|
good
|
about
|
picking
|
up
|
the
|
pieces
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