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And the picture frames are facing down. |
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I'm running from the truth, distorted images of you. |
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And you insist that you were right but the facts show you were wrong. |
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I'm holding my ground. |
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You think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time. |
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There's got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time. |
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And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts, |
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To you I can't describe and you're always on my mind. |
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I did it all for love thats what she said, and the end is on it's way. |
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You think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time. |
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There's got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time. |
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This is my sanctuary if you want my trust just tell me. |
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I can't solve the problem when there's nothing wrong. |
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This starts a brand new morning |
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Wake up to hear the warning. |
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We can't ignore it when it's been so long. |
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Throw open windows and the doors I'll give my best you'll ask for more. |
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What we put together you'll just pull apart. |
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I'll raise my voice you still won't hear it's becoming harder to stay sincere. |
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Can't put behind us what we never left. |
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What we never left. |
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What we never left. |
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What we never left |
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My knife, your throat. (x6) |
