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It kind of looks like we won't make it, my friend. |
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And it looks like you can't take it again, my friend. |
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And all the pretty roses wilted up and paled themselves away today. |
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The guillotine of truth has fallen, somehow I'm the one you blame. |
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(Chorus) |
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This can't be happening. |
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Not so fast, I'm so mean. |
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I can't stay indifferent. |
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Because I know the outcome. |
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And I'm the target for the daggers. |
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That the truth's thrown your way, today. |
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And the next one maybe she'll be easier. |
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She'll make it go away, hey. |
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She's still calling you. |
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I'm still calling him. |
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Can we do this. |
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Here we go again. |
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The package. |
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The baggage. |
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(Chorus) |
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This can't be happening. |
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Not so fast, I'm so mean. |
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I can't stay indifferent. |
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Because I know the outcome. |
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This can't be happening. |
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It started out not so clean. |
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You chose your path. |
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Mine's wrong, you can say that. |
