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Was that somebody screaming |
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It wasn't me for sure |
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I lift my head up from uneasy pillows |
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Put my feet on the floor |
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Cut my wrist on a bad thought |
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And head for the door |
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Outside on the pavement |
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The dark makes no noise |
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I can feel the sweat on my lips |
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Leaking into my mouth |
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I'm heading out for the steep hills |
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They're leaving me no choice |
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And see as our lives are in the making |
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We believe through the lies and the hating |
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That love goes free |
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For want of an option |
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I run the wind 'round |
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I dream pictures of houses burning |
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Never knowing nothing else to do |
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And with death comes the morning |
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Unannounced and new |
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Was it too much to ask for |
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To pull a little weight |
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They forgive everything but greatness |
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These are scoundrel days |
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And I'm close to calling out their names |
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As pride hits my face |
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And see as our lives are in the making |
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We believe through their lies and the hating |
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That love goes free |
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Through scoundrel days |
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I reach the edge of town |
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I've got blood in my hair |
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Their hands touch my body |
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From everywhere |
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But I know that I've made it |
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As I run into the air |
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And see as our lives are in the making |
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We believe through their lies and the hating |
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That love goes free |
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Through scoundrel days |
