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You've been set up one too many times |
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The perfect victim for the perfect crime |
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You left yourself wide open to the pain |
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So close your eyes now |
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You're out walkin' in the rain |
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You've got a burning desire to be the victim |
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You're bleeding from the soul |
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You're hurting from the heart |
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Things you can't be told are gonna tear you apart |
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Your choice of lovers, never very bright |
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Your father worried, but even he gave up the fight |
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You always think their hearts are made of gold |
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And you're the savior, to coax the warmth out of the cold |
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You've got a burning desire to be the victim |
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You're bleeding from the soul |
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You're hurting from the heart |
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Things you can't be told are gonna tear you apart |
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Cause you're the victim |
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Break the pattern, you've gotta break away |
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Break the pattern before it gets too late |
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You've got a burning desire to be the victim |
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You're bleeding from the soul |
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You're hurting from the heart |
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Things you're never told are gonna tear you apart |
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Cause you're the victim |
