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a thousand rainy days |
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and i spoke on tongues that talk of saints |
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burned down days like cigarettes |
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for your hollow praise |
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down the days that you forget |
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count the pictures that you keep |
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keep it, hide it all away |
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let it never show |
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all of this and i regret |
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not a day that i was sent |
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celebrated and arose |
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for your vanity in vain |
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framed the faces i applaud |
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all the same sad eyes |
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write the world between the lines |
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i heard it all, i heard it spoke |
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like a name i call my life |
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let it never show |
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all of this i now regret |
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not a day that i was sent |
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not a name that i might place |
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not at my parade |
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in the four walls of my room |
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standing where i wait |
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others praised and i can't come |
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tore the pictures off my walls |
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there's a secret that i keep |
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let it never show |
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all of this i now regret |
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not a day that i was sent |
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all of this i now regret |
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not a name that i might place |
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not at my parade |
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framed the faces i applaud |
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all the same sad eyes |
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write the world between the lines |
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i heard it all, i heard it spoke |
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in the four walls of my room |