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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.