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Boy, your anger's not to blame |
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I'm standing in your shadow, you're not preaching anyway |
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Did you ever stop to think what could have been? |
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Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends |
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And I feel good hating you |
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And feel great hating you |
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And if I ever shout your name will you come? |
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As we travel through the eye of the storm |
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And if I ever shout name won't you come? |
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Your pictures on the wall |
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Minutes turn to hours as the sand begins to fall |
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Did you ever stop to think what could have been? |
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Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends |
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And I feel good hating you |
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And feel great hating you |
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And if I ever shout your name will you come? |
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As we travel through the eye of the storm |
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And if I ever shout name won't you come? |
