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I thought that I |
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Was full of such |
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Hope and light |
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And such love |
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But all my words |
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I wrote them for you |
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And all my songs |
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I sang them for you |
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Photos of me |
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They all show |
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A staring man |
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I don't know |
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You know that I've been |
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Through all this nonsense with you |
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And all my words |
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I broke them for you |
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And all my plans |
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I snapped them in two |
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I could create |
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Like it was stealing |
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I love to sing |
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How I was feeling |
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I had a soul |
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That burned for beauty |
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But who gives a shit? |
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I must admit |
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Oh yes |
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I've lost it a little bit... |
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I can't breathe |
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This atmosphere |
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Wait 'til I get out of here |
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'Cos I have wasted year after year |
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And smile I may |
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But it's insincere my dear |
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My dear... |
