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this day is not my life |
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the passing time is not my life |
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the thorn that's in my side |
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is all these scenes that we regret |
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the wasted words we can't forget |
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through the windows of my room |
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i hear the traffic breathing slowly |
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someplace miles away |
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make promises pay |
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shame, will shake this house |
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shame, will shake this house |
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your dreams are not my life |
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these broken words are not my life |
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your lies are none of my invention |
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your promises were not plan |
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now the party girls have gone |
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i hear the rattle of their heels |
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before their footsteps fade |
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make promises pay |
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shame, will shake this house |
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shame, will shake this house |
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the passing time is not my life |
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i've been counted down and shouted out |
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i had everything i wanted |
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nothing i can't rise above |
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to let it show was not my plan |
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headlines and frontpages |
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sell weddings and divorces |
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make promises pay |
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make promises pay |
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shame, will shake this house |
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shame, will shake this house |
