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There's an empty place inside that is hurting me |
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A place that keeps my heart out on it's own |
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A disconnected function of my wretchedness |
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That keeps me so hard pressed |
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It's a place where words are spoken you |
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Will never hear |
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A broken bridge of lines that just won't come |
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An empty lung that won't give the wind |
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To speak at me |
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How far can it be from home |
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Why you gotta be so mean to me |
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Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see |
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You know i don't listen good and i'm always in need |
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So why you gotta be so mean to me |
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Do you think that it got up and left |
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For good this time |
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A crowd of faceless strangers moving on |
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A feeling that you left it all behind you now |
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That it doesn't hurt somehow |
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To know |
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( ( chorus ) ) |
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So open up the book that you keep deep inside |
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Let the pages yellow in the sun |
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Show them that you're not afraid to let them see |
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How far you can be from home |
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Why you gotta be so mean to me |
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Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see |
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You know i don't listen good and i'm always in need |
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So why you gotta be so fucking mean to me |
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Why you gotta be why you gotta be |
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Why you gotta be why you gotta be |
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Why you gotta be why you gotta be |
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Why you gotta be so mean to me |