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Better Off This Way
You've got me pinned against this barbed wire fence
Where my rust stains begin to bleed.
The color red mixed with the blue in my pants,
While my white hands try to write me free.
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
Maybe it's better off this
More hits have hit me like a radio dial,
I've been told that she's one away.
More kicks have kicked me than a chorus line
And these bruises just seem to stay.
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
Maybe it's better off this way.
Maybe it's better off this way.
La da da
La da da da da da
La da da da, da da da da da da
La da da
La da da da da da
La da da da, da da da da da da
It's all running again
Pumping fumes to my head
She's calling me out to go again
All running again
Pumping fumes to my head
She's calling me out to go again
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
Your love has pushed me away
Maybe it's better off this way.
Maybe it's better off this way.
Maybe it's better off this
Maybe it's better off this way.
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Maybe it's better off this way.
Maybe it's better off this
Maybe it's better off this way.
Maybe it's better off this way.
Your love has pushed me away
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
She's calling me out to go again
Pumping fumes to my head
All running again
She's calling me out to go again
Pumping fumes to my head
It's all running again
La da da da, da da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da
La da da da, da da da da da da
La da da da da da
La da da
Maybe it's better off this way.
Maybe it's better off this way.
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
And these bruises just seem to stay.
More kicks have kicked me than a chorus line
I've been told that she's one away.
More hits have hit me like a radio dial,
Maybe it's better off this
I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
While my white hands try to write me free.
The color red mixed with the blue in my pants,
Where my rust stains begin to bleed.
You've got me pinned against this barbed wire fence
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