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I've waited too long to have you |
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Hide in the back of me |
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I've cheated so long, I wonder |
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How you keep track of me |
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You could never be strong |
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You can only be free |
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And I've never asked for the truth |
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But you owe that to me |
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I've entered the game of pricks |
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With knives in the back of me |
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Can't call you or on you no more |
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When they're attacking me |
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I'll climb up on the house |
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Weep to water the trees |
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And when you come calling me down |
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I'll put on my disease |
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You could never be strong |
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You can only be free |
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And I've never asked for the truth |
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But you owe that to me |
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And I've never asked for the truth |
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But you owe that to me |
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And I've never asked for the truth |
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But you owe that to me |
