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I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks |
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Now it's shitty, shoddy cheap |
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Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat |
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While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need: |
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Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul |
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And the words you said, still ringing in my head |
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Wonder where the love they stole is hiding |
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All I want to do is be mended by you |
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I don't want to be confused, I just want to find you |
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All I want to kill is that which keeps me ill |
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Underwhelmed and unfulfilled |
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They're in denial of the knowledge |
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That they're living in a lame excuse |
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They're in denial of what you are to me: |
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My heart, my love, my guide |
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It's not alright with me, the love I lack, I need, I want you back |
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The circle torn apart, I used to have a heart |
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I used to know a girl with the deepest trust |
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That a man could ever know |
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I broke her neck from the lack of respect |
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I learned as an embryo on the west coast |
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Where the dead paint hollywood red |
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The facade is well-fed with the blood of the capulets |
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Spread like jelly on bread across the doors of the first-borns |
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Weaned from birth on meds |
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All I want to say is this could be ok |
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I don't want to be a slave, I just want to spend my days |
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Wondering through the haze, your voice to lead the way |
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I can finally go and say: |
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There you are in front of me, luminescent as you used to be |
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Just sing the saddest song for me, revive me |
