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I hear their voices inside my head |
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There's no denying it's my private hell as |
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I lie in bed |
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I take a look around and see myself |
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In twenty years will I be them |
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I've taken all I can stand |
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Afraid of what kind of man I am |
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Does everything stay the same |
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Or will I break the chain |
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Secrets, emotions, and wounds concealed |
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Spirits are broken, the deepest scars that I'll never heal |
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They'll be back handed down from father to son |
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A closet full of skeletons |
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I've taken all I can stand |
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Afraid of what kind of man I am |
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Does everything stay the same |
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Or will I break the chain |
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I will get by |
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With a little understanding |
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'Cause it's my own life after all |
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I've taken all I can stand |
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Afraid of what kind of man I am |
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Does everything stay the same |
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Or will I break the chain |