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Lately, it seems the more I try to hold on
Trickles through my fingers like grains of sand then it's gone
It used to come so easy, held loosely
Few and far between is as good as gone
The pain of sacrifice, the pain of regret
Is nothing compared to ripping my own heart out of my chest
It rained, it poured, washed away the foundation of what I thought was home
The pain of being alone; paradise is when you don't own a telephone
Paradise is when you don't own a telephone
Cut off from everyone you know
You say you're an extroversion, I say that you discourage me
Paradise is when you don't own a telephone
The pain of sacrifice, the pain of regret
Is nothing compared to ripping my own heart out of my chest
It rained, it poured, washed away the foundation of what I thought was home
The pain of being alone; paradise is when you don't own a telephone
Paradise is when you don't own a telephone
Cut off from everyone you know
You say you're an extroversion, I say that you discourage me
Paradise is when you don't own a telephone
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