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Throat cut by this life that I lead and |
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I can't stop bleeding |
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Now my vision's blurring and I'm feeling sick |
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From day one I was under the gun |
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Thought I would fall, but I don't trip |
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Crept up from behind, invaded my mind |
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Fucked with my head, but I felt find |
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Surrounded by vice, I pay the price |
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It's none of your concern |
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Sitting around, wound up and lowdown |
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Feel like a king, but you're worse than a clown |
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I'm no saint, but I don't relate |
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Can't say I didn't try |
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But don't ask me why |
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Cause you won't get a reply |
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I won't justify how I spend my time |
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Your rules, not mind |
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Wrong and right, never black and white |
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Bright lights seem dimmer every night |
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Feel the pain of holding on too tight |
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Feel the shame of never putting up a fight |
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Won't force a smile if I feel a frown |
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But I'm trying to find my way back to common ground |
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We've all done things we can't erase |
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When you point a finger there's three pointing back in your face |
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Hello, goodbye, we'll never meet again |
