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I have torn through the pages of the years |
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I have wasted |
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And I've stolen all my stories, that |
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I've copied and pasted |
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Is this about me now? |
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Still about me now |
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I fought in an army that only fights boredom |
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And I've caught all my allies who were only there in peacetime |
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Is this about me now? |
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Still about me now |
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I've ignored all the warnings and the constant reminders |
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And I've read the instructions, well |
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I'll never guess |
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Is this about me now? |
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Still about me now |
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Bring me back to life |
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I've stumbled and staggered too many times |
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Bring me back to life |
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Too stupid and stubborn to put up a fight. |
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I have torn through the pages of the years |
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I have wasted |
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Then I've stolen all my stories and |
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I've run out of patience |
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Is about me now? |
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Still about me now |
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Give me my medicine my spoon and my bottle |
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And you can't blame a chancer so beat me to an anvil |
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And let me sleep it off, let me sleep it off |
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Bring me back to life |
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I've stumbled and staggered too many times |
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Bring me back to life |
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Too stupid and stubborn to put up a fight |
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Can't resist, |
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I'm a little out of practice |
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I'm carved in cement, to hold off the darkness |
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The thoughts to think illuminate my brain |
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Bring me back to life |
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I've stumbled and staggered too many times |
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Bring me back to life |
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I've stumbled and staggered too many times |
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Waitin' for the fight, |
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I'll gamble with my spine |
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I'm ready for the fight, to toughen up my spine. |
