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No one knows what it's like |
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To be the bad man |
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To be the sad man |
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Behind blue eyes |
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No one knows what it's like |
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To be hated |
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To be fated |
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To telling only lies |
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But my dreams |
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They aren't as empty |
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As my conscience |
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Seems to be |
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I have hours |
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Only lonely |
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My love is vengeance |
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That's never free |
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No one knows what it's like |
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To feel these feelings |
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Like I do |
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And I blame you |
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No one bites back as hard |
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On their anger |
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None of my pain and woe |
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Can show through |
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But my dreams |
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They aren't as empty |
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As my conscience |
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Seems to be |
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I have hours |
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Only lonely |
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My love is vengeance |
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That's never free |
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When my fist clenches |
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Crack it open |
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Before I use it |
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And lose my cool |
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And when I smile |
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Tell me some bad news |
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Before I laugh |
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And act like a fool |
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And if I swallow |
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Anything evil |
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Put your finger |
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Down my throat |
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And if I shiver |
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Please give me a blanket |
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Keep me warm |
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Let me wear your coat |
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No one knows what it's like |
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To be the bad man |
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To be the sad man |
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Behind blue eyes |
