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When everything's coming up roses |
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The thorns will still leave scars on my hands |
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Just pour me a scotch and a soda |
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I'll get drunk and |
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I'll act like a man |
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I gotta get some of that magic |
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I hear your voices calling |
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A song I dare not trust |
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And all my sleepless dreaming |
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It all turns into dust |
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I stopped all the screaming, crying |
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Yet I still don't understand |
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All that you live for is dying |
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An hourglass empty of sand |
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I gotta be someone less tragic |
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I hear the wind is calling |
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A song I dare not trust |
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And all my sleepless dreaming |
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It all turns into dust |
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In lifeless shadows dreaming |
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My life is left unfeeling |
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And yet beyond this door |
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There must be more |
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Freedom's become too expensive |
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The price is much more than you see |
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But freedom creates an illusion |
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The freedom to save me from me |
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I gotta get some of that magic |
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I hear those voices calling |
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I hear those voices calling |
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I hear those voices calling |
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I hear those voices calling |
