| Midnight came and went
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| I lie awake and speak with the moon
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| Broken in a million pieces again,
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| I numb myself with the substances
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| It’s not the same
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| It may look that way but the faces have surely changed
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| Give me the blame and I will bury it deep down
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| And keep it from surfacing
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| Swing the noose my way
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| I’ll hang here, I deserve to stay
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| Swing the noose my way
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| Until I’ve changed my ways
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| Never sink this low
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| I remember writing it on my arms
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| Looking down at skin, I see where I’ve been
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| And the burn inside my heart
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| It’s not the same
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| It may look that way but the faces have surely changed
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| Give me the blame and I will bury it deep down
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| And keep it from surfacing
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| Swing the noose my way
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| I’ll hang here, I deserve to stay
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| Swing the noose my way
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| Until I’ve changed my ways
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| How many times can I bring it down here?
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| How many times can I put it back?
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| How many times can I bring it down here?
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| How many times can I put it back?
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| Swing the noose my way
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| I'll hang here, I deserve to stay
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| Swing the noose my way
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| Until I've changed my ways
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| Swing the noose my way
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| I'll hang here, I deserve to stay
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| Swing the noose my way
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| Swing it my way |