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What were you trying to find |
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Can't live at all with nothing to hide |
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It only brings anger when |
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You're bringing it home again |
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Here's to another last goodbye |
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Keeping this doubt at a distance |
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How long have we fumbled |
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And who cries innocence |
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Skin's become leather |
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So we don't feel at all |
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We're tearing these holes inside |
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Oh how the emptiness drags at the mind |
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We've cauterized the wounds so they don't bleed |
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Here's to another last goodbye |
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You know it's been too hard when tears run dry |
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So fill up your glasses and toast one down |
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Oh down it is |
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Here's to another last goodbye |
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How can we stop telling lies? |
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It comes so easy like dead to the flies |
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You say you don't notice |
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What an enemy that you've made of me |
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We keep hope a bird on a string |
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Don't fear it escaping we'll cut off it's wings |
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I'd tell you it's over but why say what we both see |
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Here's to another last goodbye |
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You know it's been too hard when tears run dry |
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So fill up your glasses and toast one down |
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Oh down it is |
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Here's to another last goodbye |
