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I drank the poison, |
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You took the pills, |
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It didnt get us anywhere. |
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We called the help line to confess our crimes, |
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There wasnt anybody there. |
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Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough, |
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Like a traveler in the rain, |
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Like a mother finally letting go, |
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We all learn to live with pain. |
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I know why you hurt me, |
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I know why I let you, |
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The more you hurt me, |
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The more I can feel you. |
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It's strange, so strange, this pain, |
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This pain that I love. |
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The fortune tellers they forge the future, |
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They never give you the bad news, |
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So I went undercover, |
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I saw your lover, |
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But Im still here with you. |
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Like a self-portorat of Vincent Van Gough, |
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Like a traveler in the rain, |
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Like a mother finally letting go, |
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We all learn to live with pain. |
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I know why you hurt me, |
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I know why I let you, |
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The more you hurt me, |
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The more I can feel you. |
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It's strange, so strange, this pain, |
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This pain that I love, that I love. |
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I know why I let you, |
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The more you hurt me, |
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The more I can feel you. |
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It's strange, so strange, this pain, |
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This pain that I love, that I love. |
