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You don't know struggle |
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And you don't know sorrow |
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And you don't know what it's like |
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To have to watch somebody die |
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So don't pretend to act like you know me |
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And pick apart what you don't understand |
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The book is long |
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Descriptive and haunting |
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It's full of sentences you can't comprehend. |
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Comprehend |
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You don't know struggle |
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You don't know sorrow |
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You don't know what it's like |
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To watch somebody die |
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So don't pretend to act like you know me, |
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And pick apart what you don't understand. |
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The book is long, |
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Descriptive and haunting |
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It's full of sentences you can't comprehend. |
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Comprehend |
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Comprehend, oh |
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So what's it like to have that comfort |
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To know you'll always be covered |
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To know someone will be there? |
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Well I've never had that comfort |
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Or the luxuries of being covered |
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So night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night |
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I'll be staying up late. |
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Fighting off the shakes |
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Puking out the window, |
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Repressing things you can never know. |
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I'll be staying up late |
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Fighting off the shakes |
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Puking out the window, |
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Repressing things you can never know. |
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Things you can never know |
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Things you can never know |
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Things you can never know |
