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Ran into water, right up to the neck |
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To keep the head up, drank it all down, swallowed it back |
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Don't believe in fighting, or love made out of free will |
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There's a higher law up there somewhere, that laughs at every kill |
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There's no story to tell, my nose still bleeds |
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Nobody here can give me better hell |
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There's no story to tell |
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No story to tell, see my nose still bleeds |
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Nobody here can give me better hell |
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Than you do, my dear |
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And hairs on my arm are rising |
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The truth waiting for the kill |
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The sensation of you being around |
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Did more than memories ever will |
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And tired of the longing |
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So tired of the night |
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I'm so tired of the listening |
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To all the well, well-meant advice |
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No story to tell, well, my nose still bleeds |
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Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell |
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No, there's no story to tell, see my heart still bleeds |
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Nobody here can give me better hell |
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Than you do, my dear |
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I'll be the old man in the corner, to help you out of bed |
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To feed you and to listen to the silence instead |
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I'll be that wanted glass of water, when you're thirsty once again |
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The only one still here that really gives a damn |
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When there's no story to tell, well, my nose still bleeds |
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Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell |
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There's no story to tell and my heart still bleeds |
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Nobody here can give a bigger damn |
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Than I do, my dear |
