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Alex Garcia
Alex Garcia
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Brooks Betts
Brooks Betts
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Derek Sanders
Derek Sanders
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Jake Bundrick
Jake Bundrick
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Jason Alan Lancaster
Jason Alan Lancaster
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Jeremy Lenzo
Jeremy Lenzo
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Brooks Betts
Brooks Betts
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Jeremy Lenzo
Jeremy Lenzo
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Alex Garcia
Alex Garcia
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Derek Sanders
Derek Sanders
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Jake Bundrick
Jake Bundrick
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Zack Odom
Zack Odom
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Kenneth Mount
Kenneth Mount
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Mark Needham
Mark Needham
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Steve Hall
Steve Hall
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I'm throwing away pictures
That I never should have taken in the first place
And it's cold in my apartment
As I'm changing all the colors
From the brightest reds to grays
Well, it's three o'clock on Monday morning
I'm just hoping you're not seeing his face
I've been getting calls in these hotels rooms
Long enough to know that it was him
That took my place
And I hope this makes you happy now
That the flame we had is burning out
And I hope you like your pictures facing down
As even broken hearts may have their doubts
And I'm burning all the letters
Hoping that I might forget her and the bad taste
That she left when she was leaving me
A life of barely breathing as she walked
Out of this place
And you dropped the note and we changed key
You changed yourself and I changed me
I really didn't see us singing through this
Then you screamed the bridge
And I cried the verse
And our chorus came out unrehearsed
And you smiled the whole way through it
I guess maybe that's what's worse
And I hope this makes you happy now
That the flame we had is burning out
And I hope you like your pictures facing down
As even broken hearts may have their doubts
And I'm taking all your memories off the shelf
'Cause I don't need you or anybody else
So take a look at me
See what you want to see
When you get home
Take me home
I'd rather die than be with you
Take me home
You have a problem with the truth
Take me home
Because this happens every time
I knew it would
I knew it would
Take me home
I'd rather die than be with you
Take me home
You have a problem with the truth
Take me home
Because this happens every time
And I knew it would
I knew it would
And I hope this makes you happy now
That the flame we had is burning out
And I hope you like your pictures facing down
As even broken hearts may have their doubts
And I'm taking all your memories off the shelf
'Cause I don't need you or anybody else
So take a look at me
See what you want to see
When you get home
Written by: Alexander Antonio Garcia, Brooks Betts, Christopher Jacob Bundrick, Christopher Jake Bundrick, Derek Michael Sanders, Jason Alan Lancaster, Jeremy Lenzo

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