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Charlotte Martin - Madman |
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I woke up this morning and my head |
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I started roaming |
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right |
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Don't remember being born |
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don't know why we're being torn |
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right |
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I open up my mouth just to let the demon shout |
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'Bout my dirty little schemes |
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that the wettest of my dreams are you |
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Nothing's right, nothing's right |
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Over and over I'm feeling the same of loneliness |
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And under me, under me feeling the madman |
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I'm breaking off a piece of |
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what's left of what was me |
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But it feels all right, it feels all right |
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I'm laying on your road |
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'cause I thought that it might hold |
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It feels all right, feels all right |
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Do I wanna take a bet |
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is this as good as it'll get? |
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And I cannot get away from the comfortable |
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familiar chains |
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Nothing's right, nothing's right |
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Over and over I'm feeling the same of loneliness |
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And under me, under me feeling the madman |
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Over and over it's chilling |
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the things I've let you miss |
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And if you're a miracle, I am the madman |
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2009.05.13 8 |
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And I'm sorry I didn't build your walls and |
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I'm sorry I had to go and fall and |
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I'm sorry I had the whole thing wrong and |
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Well I guess I'm the sorriest of all |
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And I'm sorry that you are feeling small and |
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I'm sorry that I'm not used to crawling |
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I'm sorry the writing's on the wall and |
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Well I guess I'm the sorriest |
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I guess I'm the sorriest of all |
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I woke up this morning and my head |
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it started roaming |
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right |
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Don't remember being born |
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don't know why we're being torn |
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right |
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You said you don't identify with |
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my sort of petrified outlook |
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On the pride that I've managed to ignore so long |
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Nothing's right |
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Nothing's right |
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Nothing's right |
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Nothing's right |
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But it seems all right |
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Seems all right |
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2009.05.13 8 |
