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Mayday Parade
I'm throwing away pictures
That I should have never 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
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
And I don't need you or anybody else
So take a look at me
See what you want to see
When you get home
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