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What good abode, to think with us, |
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So come on, you're so sad. |
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Well if there's a reason to be believed, |
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That no-one is hurt. |
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The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make. |
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Man alive, but feeling dead inside, |
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Day to day with the daily cry of |
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Same old shit but different day. |
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Leaving out the opposition, |
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Ending words with slight convictions. |
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Speaking the first time, these pity situations, |
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These situations. |
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The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make. |
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Man alive, but feeling dead inside, |
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Day to day with the daily cry of |
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Same old shit, different day, |
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Another habit ready to break. |
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I'm gonna leave you with my head held high, |
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These times are wasting if we want. |
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Cause there are different ways of seeing |
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Same old things we're used to seeing now. |
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The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make. |
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Man alive, but feeling dead inside, |
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Day to day with the daily cry of |
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Same old shit but different day. |
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Different day. |
