Got you on my conscience where you wanna be
there in
In the fast lane doing 90
miles behind me and miles
Congratulations
you've won the match and taken home the prize
shattered pieces
The way that your heart beats
with it's perfect precision in
its not the fact in the act
its the lie in
She left me there in the garage
staggering from the barrage
she
Starting
my living
my breathing
no ending
I'm falling asleep to dream of you
Hold your hand
take the tiny table just for you
and I'll
Turn me off and turn me on with your haggard
Look me in the eye
when you tell me you don't
I promised myself a pretty smile would never thaw my
I hope you're lonely without me
this is another stupid lullabye,
i can't seem to quit you
but i really need
i'm not fighting back, it's not my first heart attack
it
take a branch from the tree and graft it to
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