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(Mary Gauthier) |
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Under water, under the well |
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Under glass, under a ground swell |
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Chasing bliss, chasing my tail |
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Chasing desire, straight down to hell |
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I couldn't love, could not forgive |
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Didn't know how to live and let live |
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My choices were few |
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On the ledge, looking up at you |
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Over drawn, over fed, |
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Over run, over my head |
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I held a grudge, I held a gun, |
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Held contempt for everyone |
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I couldn't cry, I couldn't learn |
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I didn't flinch when bridges burned |
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I was tost, through and through |
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On the ledge, looking up at you. |
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I lived alone, I lived In rage |
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I lived in darkness inside a cage |
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On the fringe, a refugee |
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I couldn't trace it back to me |
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I grew mean, I grew small |
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I grew tired of it all |
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I couldn't tell false from true |
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On the ledge, looking up at you. |
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Out of luck, out of time |
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Out of control, out of my mind |
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Running scared, running down |
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Running low to the ground |
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The blows were hard, the blows were mean |
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The blows were low, the hits were clean |
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I was left black and blue |