| Drunk on wine, I’m amazing
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| Bitter Pill, it’s my raising
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| News at five and at midnight
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| Caught on tape, serves me right
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| The crowd around me starts to grow
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| I can feel the undertow
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| Anyone with a half a heart would help me out
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| Before they ever let the other half find out
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| But if they could see how far I’ve let you down
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| Anyone with half a heart would let me drown
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| Flashing lights couldn’t warn her
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| Paint myself in a corner
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| Bracing now for the impact
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| Losing hope, keeping track
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| Standing on a crumbling wall
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| Tethered to a cannonball
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| Anyone with half a heart would help me out
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| Before they ever let the other half find out
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| But if they could see how high I’ve built this wall
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| Anyone with half a heart would let me fall
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| In the space between sleep and sleeplessness
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| We redress all our wounds
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| If we replace all this hopeless hopelessness
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| Then we could rest
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| Anyone with half a heart would let me drown
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| Anyone with half a heart would pull me down
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| Anyone with half a heart would let me fall
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| Anyone with half a heart wouldn’t care at all |