Answer
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Days
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ache
|
and
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nights
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are
|
long
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Two
|
years
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and
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still,
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you're
|
not
|
gone
|
Guess
|
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still
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holding
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on
|
Drag
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my
|
name
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through
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the
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dirt
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Somehow
|
it
|
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hurt
|
though
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Guess
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you're
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still
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holding
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on
|
You
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told
|
your
|
friends
|
you
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want
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me
|
dead
|
And
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said
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that
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I
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did
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everything
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wrong
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And
|
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Answer
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you're
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not
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wrong
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Well,
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I'll
|
take
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all
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the
|
vitriol
|
But
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not
|
the
|
thought
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of
|
you
|
moving
|
on
|
'Cause
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I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
To
|
find
|
out
|
you
|
know
|
how
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to
|
forget
|
me
|
I'd
|
rather
|
hear
|
how
|
much
|
you
|
regret
|
me
|
And
|
pray
|
to
|
God
|
that
|
you
|
never
|
met
|
me
|
Than
|
forget
|
me
|
|
Answer
|
Oh,
|
I
|
hate
|
to
|
know
|
I
|
made
|
you
|
cry
|
But
|
love
|
to
|
know
|
I
|
cross
|
your
|
mind,
|
babe,
|
oh,
|
I
|
Even
|
after
|
all,
|
it'd
|
still
|
wreck
|
me
|
To
|
find
|
out
|
you
|
know
|
how
|
to
|
forget
|
me
|
Even
|
after
|
all
|
this
|
time
|
Days
|
ache
|
and
|
nights
|
are
|
grey
|
My
|
heart
|
is
|
still
|
your
|
|
Answer
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place,
|
babe
|
Guess
|
I
|
still
|
feel
|
the
|
same
|
Know
|
you
|
can't
|
stand
|
my
|
face
|
Some
|
scars
|
you
|
can't
|
erase,
|
babe
|
Guess
|
you
|
still
|
feel
|
the
|
same
|
Well,
|
I'll
|
take
|
all
|
the
|
vitriol
|
But
|
not
|
the
|
thought
|
of
|
you
|
moving
|
on
|
'Cause
|
I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
To
|
find
|
out
|
you
|
know
|
how
|
|
Answer
|
to
|
forget
|
me
|
|
rather
|
hear
|
how
|
much
|
you
|
regret
|
me
|
And
|
pray
|
to
|
God
|
that
|
you
|
never
|
met
|
me
|
Than
|
forget
|
me
|
Oh,
|
I
|
hate
|
to
|
know
|
I
|
made
|
you
|
cry
|
But
|
love
|
to
|
know
|
I
|
cross
|
your
|
mind,
|
babe,
|
oh,
|
I
|
Even
|
after
|
all,
|
it'd
|
still
|
wreck
|
me
|
To
|
find
|
|
Answer
|
out
|
you
|
know
|
how
|
to
|
forget
|
me
|
Even
|
after
|
all
|
this
|
time
|
I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
for-,
|
oh
|
I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
for-,
|
oh
|
(Even
|
after
|
all
|
this
|
time)
|
I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
|
Answer
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
for-,
|
oh
|
I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
forget
|
me,
|
to
|
let
|
you
|
for-,
|
oh
|
'Cause
|
I'm
|
not
|
ready
|
To
|
find
|
out
|
you
|
know
|
how
|
to
|
forget
|
me
|
I'd
|
rather
|
hear
|
how
|
much
|
you
|
regret
|
me
|
And
|
pray
|
|
Answer
|
to
|
God
|
that
|
you
|
never
|
met
|
me
|
Than
|
forget
|
me
|
Oh,
|
I
|
hate
|
to
|
know
|
I
|
made
|
you
|
cry
|
But
|
love
|
to
|
know
|
I
|
cross
|
your
|
mind,
|
babe,
|
oh,
|
I
|
Even
|
after
|
all,
|
it'd
|
still
|
wreck
|
me
|
To
|
find
|
out
|
you
|
know
|
how
|
to
|
forget
|
me
|
Even
|
after
|
all
|
this
|
time
|
|