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I've seen my eyes wrapped up in gold |
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I've watched my eyes grow so damn old |
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I've felt my eyes turn wrong side out just to see |
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Just to see what's right |
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All I need is a voice to say you will, say you will |
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All I needed was something real, something real |
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37 stitches and I'm still doing fine, I'm doing fine |
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This life has wrapped my halo around my throat |
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With broken wings I'm still my own |
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There's more than just myself that feels like I do, like I do |
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My isolation leads to |
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Your irritation leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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Manipulation leads to |
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My frustration leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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Left wide open through life's love hate games |
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Understanding me is accepting the pain |
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This sick soul will eventually turn oh so cold, turn so cold |
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Reborn once in a while |
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Reborn but I kept my style |
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Reborn still and I feel so unreal, I am unreal |
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My isolation leads to |
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Your irritation leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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Manipulation leads to |
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My frustration leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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I've screamed (screamed) |
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Too many times, too many times |
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Who I am |
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Manipulation leads to |
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My frustration leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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I've felt as stuck as a concrete slave (concrete slave) |
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And it felt like it cost me everything (everything) |
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Living alcohol blind my end game (end my game) |
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No one knows but it feels the same |
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Can I redefine me |
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Will you finally heal me |
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Can I push my obsessions to the outside |
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Had enough help from two cent friends |
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I'm the one that lets the sin begin |
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I'm my pride, my shame, all wrapped-up clean |
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Deep inside |
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My isolation leads to |
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Your irritation leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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Manipulation leads to |
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My frustration leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |
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I've screamed (screamed) |
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Too many times, too many times |
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Who I am |
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Manipulation leads to |
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My frustration leads to |
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Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |