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I fell asleep last Saturday
Underneath polluted skies I walked alone on those Jersey nights, and I Saw the boardwalk start to fall The emptiness starts to drown The quiet corners of this town, and I... Late last night, I made my plans It was the only thing I felt I could do Said goodbye, to my best friend Sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth It's gonna kill me... The rest of my life Let me apologize while I'm still alive I know it's hard to face all of my past mistakes It's gonna kill me for the rest of my life This is my all time low Somehow it feels so familiar Somehow it seems so familiar I feel like letting go And every second that goes by I'm screaming out for a second try Said goodbye, to my best friend Sometimes there's no one left to tell me the truth It's gonna kill me... The rest of my life Let me apologize while I'm still alive I know it's hard to face all of my past mistakes I've got to live with them rest of my life This is the mess I've made These are the words I can't erase This is my life support, shutting down, for the final time And it twists like a blade And kills me for the rest of my life If you won't forgive me The rest of my life Let me apologize while I'm still alive I know it's hard to face all of my past mistakes It's gonna kill me for the rest of my life... |
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I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
and i'm so sick of wanting all the things i'm haunted by my sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another year i wonder where i'm going from where i'm at i wonder why i'm still here. the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while i'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor. i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear. i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here, i think i may freeze on the last days of summertime. the local papers always opened up to obituaries and engagements cause i keep track of all the fresh starts and he dying famous and there's a hate of second-hand smoke underneath the summer stars along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while i'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor. i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear, i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here, i think i may freeze on the last days of summertime. remember when, when you said, you said take these words and do what you want with them. the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore, while i'm lying wide awake on my bedroom floor. i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear. i'm the lucky one, i;m getting out of here, i think i may freeze on the last days of summertime. |
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