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I want to write your name into my flesh |
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I want to be in love with myself again |
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I want to bring it down |
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I want to bring it down |
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I believe that things are changing |
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Where is the gain in all the hell you bring |
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In the search for something new? |
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Because the birds won't sing when their cages stink |
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So think of something else to say |
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Because things are changing |
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I want to write your name into my flesh |
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I want to be in love with myself again |
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I want to bring it down |
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I want to bring it down |
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I believe that things are changing |
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Your hands, held tight around |
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The throat of what it is to live these days |
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And we choke on the pain feed into our heads |
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We're not gonna be here when you get back |
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I want to write your name into my flesh |
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I want to be in love with myself again |
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I want to bring it down |
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I want to bring it down |
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I believe that things are changing |
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For the best |
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And all the rest into the flood |
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All of me has to bleed |
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But part of me has got to be alive |
