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<Are you coming up to see me with a loaded gun to my head |
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Are you coming up to leave me alone, alone with my head |
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[pre chorus]I could think of nicer ways to let me down, |
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I could blink and you were gone without a sound |
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{run} |
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[chorus] |
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its going, going place and trace of laughter remain |
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The same |
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ooh |
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This critical devotion |
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slow it down traces remain, of pain |
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You try to answer me with silence |
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violence lies in your eyes |
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you try to tell me what i'm feeling |
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your stealing the prime of my life |
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[pre chorus]I could think of nicer ways to let me down, |
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I could blink and you were gone without a sound |
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{run} |
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[chorus] |
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its going, going place and trace of laughter remain |
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The same |
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ooh |
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This critical devotion |
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slow it down traces remain, |
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of pain |
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No luxury, |
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No love, |
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No pride |
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Just canopies of pain inside |
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These enemies of love decide |
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From memories of pain i hide |
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{run} |
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[chorus]x2 |
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its going, going place and trace of laughter remain |
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The same |
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ooh |
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This critical devotion |
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slow it down traces remain, |
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of pain> |
