Roronowa Sorrow

[Intro ]
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Walking down the pavement  
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Reminisce about our shits together 
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Traffic cones are all I got to make me feel better 
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Considering life is full of fuck 
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We wasn't bad as bad ass luck 
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We're supposed to walk the moon 
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We just didn't try, We just didn't try 
 

 
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I don't wanna force it 
     
If its not gonna close it 
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And I'm not gonna break it 
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Coz you got all the say 
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And even if tomorrow 
     
We get rid of the sorrow 
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The pages of the book are torn 
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There's no fucking coming back 

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"Don't you ever learn?" 
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That's the last thing that you said to me, 
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I got no remedy for this kind of wound 
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Oh, do I need to bleed more? 
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Comedy, cover me, I will need some ecstasy 
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Fantasy, devour me, need to win some lottery 
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We're supposed to walk the moon together 
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We just didn't try, Oh we just didn't have the fucking time 
 

 
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I don't wanna force it 
     
If its not gonna close it 
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And I'm not gonna break it 
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Coz you got all the say 
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And even if tomorrow 
     
We get rid of the sorrow 
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The pages of the book are torn 
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There's no fucking coming back 

{Breakdown} 
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I'm not gonna force it 
     
If its not gonna close it 
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And I'm not gonna break it 
    G#m 
Coz you got all the say 
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And I'm not gonna force it 
     
If its not gonna close it 
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And I'm not gonna break it 
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Coz you got all the s- 
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And even if tomorrow 
     
We get rid of the sorrow 
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The pages of the book are torn 
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There's no fucking coming back 
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There's no coming back 
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There's no fucking coming 

{Instrumental} 
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