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Paint |
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Me in your own way |
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Color my eyes |
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See what feelings I hide |
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No-one knows why |
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No one can forgive |
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Second thought |
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Why do I care? |
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I'll hide from subtleties while |
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I try to face my kind |
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And you call this feeling |
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It's not enough |
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Come again another day |
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Now that my world feels at least |
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I'll follow you home |
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Wake me with a bottle 'cross the head |
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I'll sleep 'til it's over and I'm sober again |
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Safe |
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Well I don't feel so safe here |
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Imagine that everything's affected by a cause |
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In this game you call luck |
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(There's nowhere to go) |
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Well I don't feel so lucky, no |
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(Lie to yourself) |
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And just when I think I've worked it out |
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These pieces move and I'm back to the start |
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Wake me with a bottle 'cross the head |
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I'll sleep 'til it's over and I'm sober again |
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Hey |
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It's nothing that you'd understand |
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I promised you maybe |
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Always |
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Do you think it matters? |
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(Here I will stand) |
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Do you think at all? |
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(Here I will fall) |
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Do we complicate it? |
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(Organized recovery) |
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Do we know it all? |
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(I'll always go) |
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I don't want to |
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(Here I will stand) |
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I just have to |
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(Here I will fall) |
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I don't need it |
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(Organized recovery) |
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I just want it |
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(I'll always go) |
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And lay this troubled sinner |
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With a gun in your hand |
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Now you live for no-one |
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Knowing what you held in your arm |
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Wasted promise |
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Set in stone and blood |
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Hold your promise |
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Save your cheap remarks, just leave me here alone |
