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God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not the time |
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I'm caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night |
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Focused on staying distracted until I lose sight |
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Of the tiresome and clinical patterns of my life |
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I will cherish this love for the rest of my night, rest of my night |
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One day I'll find myself facing the firing line |
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Serves me right, for the record I've written my crimes |
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I will cherish this love for the rest of my night, the rest of my night |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down |
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Can't sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail |
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I've let them devour my heart for some material |
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But I'm a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I ought to change my ways |
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Face the music, carry the can, etcetera, etcetera |
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What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? |
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There's got to be something more than this |
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What's next? What's next? |
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What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? |
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There's got to be something more than this |
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What's next? What's next? |
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Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere |
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Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere |
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Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere |
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Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere |
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I just wish you were here |
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Someday I'm bound to feel guilty but now's not the time |
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I'm sure I'll get what I'm due, everything will be fine |
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Hell bent on finding the next fix in the fog |
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You're in a cab on the way to your house, change the locks |
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I will cherish this love for the rest of the night, rest of the night |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down |
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Lord, have mercy on my soul |
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I've had a good run but I can't run anymore, just put me down |
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Can't sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail |
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I let them devour my heart for some material |
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But I'm a drunkard, a coward, a crook, I ought to change my ways |
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Face the music, carry the can, etcetera, etcetera |
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Please forgive me |