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Rip apart like everything |
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Anger me through the ceiling |
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Say the one thing |
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That drives me crazy |
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Till I'm burning in the fire again |
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I swear |
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I am burning in the fire again |
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I know I've been there once before |
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With my face down to the floor |
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Begging to feel the weight no more |
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Jaded by the ways of the world I keep on waiting |
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Waiting here alone |
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Jaded by like the rest of the world I keep on waiting |
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Waiting here alone |
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Speak to me in riddles that |
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Are somewhat hard to understand |
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Say something or don't say anything |
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And I'm preaching to the choir again |
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I swear |
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I am preaching to the choir again |
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I know I've been there once before |
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With my face down to the floor |
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Beggin' to feel the weight no more |
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So I pave my own way |
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Just to get through the cold |
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I'm so sick of suffering and waiting here alone |
