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It was Emy persistence wasn't it
A Alack of trust you won't admit
I'll Enever settle now or beAfore
I wrote a Ethousand songs because
of it ACurse my choices bite my
lip A Ehundred ripped up notes
I'm Aliving with your ghost
This is a Ecold hard
punch in the C#mchest
This is the Bworst
the worst that it Agets
Feels like a Echeap
shot right to your C#mjaw
A perfect Btime for you to
take what you Acame here for
I can't conE/Gnect the dots
Won't conAnect them
to Byou anymoreE A E A
It was my Elack of
charm wasn't it
Or the Aguilt I wrap
around my neck
I'm Erunning out of
ways to move Aon
It's my Eheart that
burns of wickedness
I sAtole your youth
and ran with it
I'm Ehearing on repeat
the Asounds of your beat
A Ecold hard
punch in the C#mchest
This is the Bworst
the worst that it Agets
Feels like a Echeap
shot right to your C#mjaw
A perfect Btime for you to
take what you Acame here for
I can't conE/Gnect the dots
Won't conAnect them
to Byou anymore
C#mBAC#mBEA
And this C#msong
would've Bworked
AIf I just would admit
C#mAll the life Bcuts
Ato clean up
When the trust
is C#mbroken
We Bgo far eAnough
You're too right
for us C#mYou can't beE
can't Abe over itB
A Ecold hard
punch in the C#mchest
This is the Bworst
the worst that it Agets
Feels like a Echeap
shot right to your C#mjaw
A perfect Btime for you to
take what you Acame here for
I can't conE/Gnect the dots
Won't conAnect them
to you anymore
It was Emy persistence wasn't it
A C#mlack of trust you won't admit
I'll Bnever settle now or beAfore
It's my Eheart that
burns of wickedness
I sC#mtole your youth
and ran with it
Its Btime for you to take
what you Acame her for
I can't conE/Gnect the dots
Won't conAnect them to you
I can't conE/Gnect the dots
Won't conAnect them
to Byou anymoreE A E A E
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