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Oh I am weary, |
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Oh I am torn |
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And I try to smile, |
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And I swallow the thorns, |
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Ooo I am acid |
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And broken down, |
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And I try to pretend |
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I'm fine, on my own, on my own, on my own... |
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How many times, |
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Can you stumble to the ground |
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And get back up? |
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No, don't you bother I'm fine |
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Oh the lights you adore, |
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They're burning me down, |
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And as hard as I try, |
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I can't hold your hand, hold your hand, hold your hand... |
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Cause the chips on my shoulders, |
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They're dragging me down, |
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Like leaded wings |
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They keep me shackled to the ground, |
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And as hard as I try, |
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They don't lift me that high |
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So I'll hide at the bottom, |
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And I'll rest for a while, for a while |
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Oh I am tired and blue, |
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And I can't pretend, |
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I can't pretend, |
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It's because of you |
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Oh the arrows they blow, |
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They're striking me down |
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And as hard as I try, |
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I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound |
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I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound |
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No I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound |
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I can't make a sound, make a sound, make a sound... |