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Tonight, I feel you coming down. |
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I feel you coming over me like broken glass, |
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Falling down to cut my dreams. |
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Now, if these walls could only talk, |
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They'd say no more than I can say here with a grin, |
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a bottle and Saint Anthony. |
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My thoughts are turning on me now |
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And the pace with every footstep, takes me farther down |
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The dark end of the street that you call home. |
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Confessions, stories, chances left behind. |
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All show their faces in every stranger that I find. |
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There's something you don't wanna know. |
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There's something I don't wanna say. |
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Transmission on the radio. No direction, no way home. |
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There's something going wrong with us. |
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There's something broken in our eyes. |
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Caress the emptiness and pour another drink |
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and wash away these memories, |
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These dirty walls with gasoline.... |
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The faces here don't have a thing to hide. |
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They tell the story of every broken heart survived. |
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There's something you don't wanna know. |
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There's something I don't wanna say... |
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That if we make it out alive, |
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there's more to life than to survive! |
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There's something going wrong with us, |
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there's something broken in our eyes. |
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Tonight, I feel you coming over me. |
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Tonight, I don't wanna feel a thing. |
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Now we never ever planned to go this far. |
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We never ever thought that it would get this dark. |
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There's something you don't wanna know. |
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There's something I don't wanna say. |
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Transmission on the radio. No direction, no way home. |
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There's something going wrong with us. |
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There's something broken in our eyes. |
