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Well, I see you down the road
And the thoughts within my explode
But having to hold back me a lot about control
And letting all at once
When it was to let you know

You my space
And you occupied mind
By jumping off the
To the conclusion you can find

Now all the silver you can
buy a piece of what I feel
It's sad but the
They just don't the ends

To be haunted
By the ghosts of all friends
Painful, yeah, the way
chosen it to be

C'mon, babe, you think
Of anyone me?
These are the

Now don't you're the only one
Who has a self-hate
I'm just as guilty of
What my own sweet creates

Now don't bad the next time
My memory comes
You've got own bed now
I that's the one you sleep in
Goodnight