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Just believe in anything |
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Just believe in everything you're told |
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Hold on |
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You've played this game with bad intentions |
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And all the same sick directions |
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From the choruses |
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We all believed in what they said |
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As the record slowly spins its last song |
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You start to cry |
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"We are nothing," it says |
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But you don't wonder why |
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It's a shame |
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That you never made it home |
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For the things that you left |
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Just won't seem to leave you alone |
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Now I won't let you feel alive |
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It's all you ask, it's far too much |
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So cry out aloud |
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If you feel that we're wrong about you |
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Are we wrong? |
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You call home |
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But it'll never be the same love |
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You could have had everything |
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Now all you do is live in shame |
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You're a guidebook for sinners |
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Turned to saints |
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Even alone |
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You can never be free of this place |
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No I won't let you feel alive |
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It's all you ask, it's far too much |
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So cry out aloud |
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If you feel that we're wrong about you |
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Are we wrong? |
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Now I will let you see |
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How they won't let you far from home |
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So cry out aloud |
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If you feel that we're wrong about you |
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Are you wrong? |
