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I saw you from the bottom of the stairs before you knew I was coming
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And though nervous and scared I lingered on
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I heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights
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So I'll force upon every word I’ve brushed up on
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Since knowing we wont speak like this again
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You gotta’ certain who knows what about you
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And I gotta’ small amount of time
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To figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply
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But I know for a fact that these are broken nights
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Covered in bottles with the stench of a loss of life
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And I know that it's quite heartbreaking we won't speak like this again