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We canÂ’t cry the pain away
We canÂ’t find a need to stay
I slowly realized thereÂ’s nothing on our side

Out of my life, Out of my mind
Out of the tears that we canÂ’t deny
We need to swallow all our pride
And leave this mess behind
Out of my head, Out of my bed
Out of the dreams we had, theyÂ’re bad
Tell them itÂ’s me who made you sad
Tell them the fairytale gone bad