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Where Do We Go From Here |
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Filter |
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These, |
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Half-truths you're telling me won't, |
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Bring me to my knees. |
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Scraped up and bruised from your, |
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Fickleness I plead, |
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Just let me feel some ease from, |
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Creatures of your greed. |
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Just let me feel some ease for me. |
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I'm not so glad I met you. |
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It makes me want to go away. |
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Until you think its over. |
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I touch. |
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Yeah yeah yeah. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not the only one. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not your only son. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Stop dreaming about that shiny gun. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not the only one. |
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These, |
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Broken dreams are screams to me, |
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The difference I can't see, |
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The way you look and talk to me. |
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You cross at me I freeze. |
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The combination of lost control, |
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Loss of soul I wheeze. |
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Just give some ease to me. |
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I'm not so glad I met you. |
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It makes me want to go away. |
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Until you think its over. |
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I touch. |
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Yeah yeah yeah. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not the guilty one. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not your only son. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Stop dreaming about that shiny gun. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not the only one. |
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music |
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Set. |
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music |
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I touch. |
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Yeah yeah yeah. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not the only one. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not your only son. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Stop dreaming about that shiny gun. |
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Where do we go from here? |
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You know I'm not the only one |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go? |
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Yeah..... |
