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Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself |
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He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here |
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The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it |
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There it goes again, he's listening to someone |
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He hears the bitter laughter |
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And all he wants to know is... |
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Why------ does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try------ the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean |
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He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts |
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Come one and all and see what happened...that broken man is me |
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There it goes again, I can hear it louder |
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It doesn't feel good anymore |
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All I want to know is... |
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Why------ does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try------ the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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NOW I KNOW I DISAPPEAR! |
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I CAN'T FIND MY WAY FROM OUT OF HERE! |
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EVERYTHING IS FADING ON ME! |
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SOMEONE TELL ME... someone tell me... |
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Someone - tell me |
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Why------ does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try------ the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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WHY?! YOU'VE GOTTA TRY!! |
