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It's not the same. |
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It's not the same any more. |
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You protected me. |
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I wouldn't ask for more. |
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A 1000 miles, |
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Of crawling to your door. |
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I'm gonna find out what's in your head. |
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And yeah, I'm gonna find out what's in your head. |
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We're not the same. |
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We're not the same anymore. |
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Your suicide, |
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Has washed up at my door. |
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I'm gonna find out what's in your head. |
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And yeah, I'm gonna find out what's in your head. |
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We're not the same anymore. |
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And yeah, I'm gonna scratch out what's in your head. |
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And yeah, I'm gonna find a way to wake up the dead. |