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There are some things |
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I can't appreciate |
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And when they're gone |
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I won't deliberate |
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Without heart we'll never make it work |
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Accusing the world but you're playing the game |
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Scream 'till it hurts but it's always the same |
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Wake up in a fog can't remember my name |
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There are those who pin their faults on me |
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Don't give a **** about sincerity |
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I've said enough but when it all comes down |
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Don't try to tell me that it makes no difference |
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Don't place conditions on what's inside |
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Our similarities are torn apart by pride |
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And it seems like everything's |
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Coming down on me |
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And I can't tell right from wrong |
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Fate from tragedy |
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I've got to find that fire |
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That defined me once so well |
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There's so much talk so many empty lines |
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I see no reason for their selfish lies |
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Without the anger resistance can't break these chains |
