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Why does it seem the songs about hating myself |
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Are the ones the kids look up to |
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Well you're in luck because I'm in hell |
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'Cause It's not art if it's not dark and shows the ugly truth |
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I write all of these songs for me, |
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But the contract I signed sees things differently |
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But what if I'm not strong enough to be |
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The broken bastard that I am |
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And the hero that they need |
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Do you believe we all have demons? |
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Do you believe we all have secrets? |
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Time can feel like flame |
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But even stars burn out someday |
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So do you see the stars? |
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They shine for no one |
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[x2] |
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Between the years of hiding my darkness underneath |
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And the quest for finding my identity |
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I can't sleep |
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Without the bottle to drown my anxiety |
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I can't sleep |
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And this insomni-addiction is killing me |
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Don't look up to me |
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'Cause I can only look down on myself |
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And so would you, if only you ever really knew the real me |
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I tried to keep my burdens at bay, but a bend's about to break |
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Because my mouth's grown tired of the all the lies and smiles it fakes |
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But what if I'm not strong enough to be |
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The damaged desolate I am, and the hero that they need |
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Do you believe we all have demons? |
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Do you believe we all have secrets? |
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Time can feel like flame |
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But even stars burn out someday |
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So do you see the stars? |
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There's a hole at the bottom only I can see |
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Where my heart once was where it used to be |
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And now the choir sings |
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There's a hole at the bottom, time gave to me |
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Where a darkness grows and the light's fading |
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And now the choir sings, "Come home to the fire" |
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Come home to the fire (Beg and Burn) |
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[x4] |
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Do you believe we all have demons? |
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Do you believe we all have secrets? |
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Time can feel like flame |
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But even stars burn out someday |
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So do you see the stars? |
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They shine for no one |
