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apologize for anything I ever did to try to help |
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Soup lines to suicides to hell, |
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I'm never real. |
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The difference is never clear. |
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They never feel. |
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Too insignificant to hear. |
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I'm never real. |
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The difference is never clear. |
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They never feel. |
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Too insignificant to hear. |
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I wanna know. |
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I wanna know your name. |
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Hey Cinderella, I can tell |
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You're waiting on a fairy tale. |
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Blur out your dreams with cigarettes |
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And cheap mascara; make it sell. |
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(Whoa) |
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Nobody wants to be a rose. |
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I'm being eaten from the inside. |
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Some must be destined to die. |
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At least I tried. |
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It's getting harder not to blame god. |
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I used to dream of starlight now I'm |
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Staring up through the smoke stacks, |
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All I see is black. |
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I'm the sorriest scream on a dead note. |
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I'm so sorry I never met you |
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Hey Cinderella, I can tell |
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You're waiting on a fairy tale. |
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Blur out your dreams with cigarettes |
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And cheap mascara; make it sell. |
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(Whoa) |
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Nobody wants to be a rose. |
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Your superstitions keep a fissure |
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Between your brain and |
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Your mind; take the time to get it arranged. |
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Yeah, you'll forget my name. |
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We'll never be the same. |
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Another missing, another did in, another day. |
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Nothing but trouble, just brush it |
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Under the rug this way. |
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There's gotta be a better way |
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I've walked through valleys of death |
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I've waded in seas of decay |
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There's gotta be a better |
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State of mind to perpetuate. |
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Awake, I'm breaking down. |
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My kids will wake up in the sun. |
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I'm the sorriest scream on a dead note |
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I'm so sorry I never met you |
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I wanna know. I wanna know your name. |
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I wanna know. I wanna know... |
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Hey Cinderella, I can tell you're |
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Living in a fairy tale. |
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Pack up your dreams in cardboard boxes, |
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Stamp it, lock it, get the hell out. |
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Nobody wants to be a rose. |
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Nobody wants to be a ******* rose! |
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Hey Cinderella, I can tell |
|
You're waiting on a fairy tale. |
|
Blur out your dreams with cigarettes |
|
And cheap mascara; make it sell. |
|
(Whoa) |
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Nobody, nobody |
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Nobody wants to be a rose. |
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Nobody, nobody |
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Nobody wants to be a rose. |
|
Your superstitions keep a fissure |
|
Between your brain and |
|
Your mind; take the time to get it arranged. |
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Yeah, you'll forget my name. |
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We'll never be the same. |
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Another missing, another did in, another day. |
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Nothing but trouble, just brush it |
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Under the rug this way. |
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forget my name. |
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We'll never be the same. |
