| Sometimes in my bed at night
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| I curse the dark and a pray for light
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| And sometimes, the light’s no consolation
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| Blinded by a memory
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| Afraid of what it might do to me
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| And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation
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| Don’t you know me I’m the boy next door
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| The one you find so easy to ignore
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| Is that what I was fighting for?
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| Walking on a thin line
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| Straight off the front line
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| Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
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| Walking on a thin line
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| Angry all the time
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| Take a look at my face, see what it’s doing to me Taught me how to shoot to kill
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| A specialist with a deadly skill
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| A skill I needed to have to be a survivor
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| It’s over now or so they say
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| Well, sometimes, it don’t turn out that way
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| Cause your never the same when you’ve been under fire
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| Don’t you know me I’m the boy next door
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| The one you find so easy to ignore
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| Is that what I was fighting for?
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| Walking on a thin line
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| Straight off the front line
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| Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city
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| Walking on a thin line
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| Angry all the time
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| Take a look at my face, see what it’s doing to me |