| When this freedom stains my coat
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| With the winter in my throat
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| When I’m lost I dig the dirt
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| When I fall I drive the hearse
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| And silence is another way
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| Of saying what I wanna say
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| And lying is another way
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| Of hoping it will go away
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| And you were always my mistake…
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| Given time I fix the roof
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| Given cash I speak the truth
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| And silence is another way
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| Of saying what I wanna say
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| And lying is another way
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| Of hoping it will go away
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| And you were always my mistake…
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| When I’m down I drive the hearse
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| When this boredom wears me out
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| Then the sky begins to cloud
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| Sleeping with my ball and chain
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| When she cries I take the blame
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| And pride is just another way
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| Of trying to live with my mistakes
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| Denial is a better way
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| Of getting through another day
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| And silence is another way
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| Of saying what I wanna say
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| And lying is another way
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| Of hoping it will go away
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| And you we’re always my mistake…
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| When I’m down I drive the hearse |