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I knew someday the music might get evil |
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I knew someday I'd be a helpless pawn |
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I knew sometime that I'd be judged with sinners |
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Can't go on |
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I know how hard it is to kill a memory |
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I know how hard it is to stay alone |
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I don't expect a lot of folks to like me |
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Don't matter now, they don't matter now |
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I know how hard it is to share your spirit |
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I know how hard it is to try and try |
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I know how cruel it is when things get shaky |
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And you cry, and you cry |
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Hard up, hard up for amusement |
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When you turned, you turned to the darker side, |
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You were never meant to understand the things that drive you |
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And those questions and those questions |
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They can tear you down |
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I know how envy does the strangest dances |
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I know how easy comes this thing called pity |
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I know how you can run |
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City to city |
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Lookin' for pity |
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Bridesmaids |
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The only solution |
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Isn't it amazing? |
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In a car, on a freeway |
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There's a priest who's cryin', a priest who's dyin' |
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In a graveyard beneath a full moon |
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I see a black cat lyin' with its throat cut |
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I know how age can wear the mask of wisdom |
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I know how easy it is to stumble too |
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So many questions that you can't get nappin' |
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It's true |
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I know how shitty it is when friends will use you |
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I know how hard it is to grow up tall |
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I know how losers can just turn your words round |
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Till you fall |
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I knew someday the music might get evil |
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I knew someday I'd be a helpless pawn |
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I knew sometime that I'd be judged with sinners |
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Can't go on |
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I know how hard it is when friends desert you |
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I know that love becomes this thing called "pity" |
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I know how you can run you can run |
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City to city, lookin' for pity |
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I know how age can wear the mask of wisdom |
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I know how easy it is to stumble, too |
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Too many questions and you'll never get nappin' |
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It's true, it's true |
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Yeah, it's true |
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You know it's true |
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What are we inside? |
