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Well, it's not fair. |
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It's not even close. |
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You tied me down, |
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Where I'm forced to watch |
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As you poke holes |
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In every part of me, |
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Containing something secretly; |
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Something sacred to me. |
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I lied my face off when |
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I said That |
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I would be okay. |
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It's never fine when you go away. |
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These cuts run deep. |
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These scars are permanent |
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And always on display. |
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This makes things difficult for me. |
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Well, it's not fair. |
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It's not even close. |
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You fed me the sun. |
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Burned me up inside |
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And watched me choke |
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On everything we did. |
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On everything we lived. |
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Let's see if |
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I can live again. |
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I lied my face off when |
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I said That |
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I would be okay. |
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It's never fine when you go away. |
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These cuts run deep. |
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These scars are permanent |
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And always on display. |
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This makes things difficult for me. |
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Head like an empty, sterile room; |
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Somehow I made a mess. |
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Like watching newborn babies |
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Crack from work related stress. |
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Head like an empty, sterile room; |
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Somehow I made a mess. |
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Like watching newborn babies |
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Crack from work related stress. |
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I'm bad luck, can't ****. |
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Got no reflection today. |
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Maybe I'll stay down next time i get hit by a train, by a train. |
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I lied my face off when |
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I said That |
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I would be okay. |
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It's never fine when you go away. |
