| You don’t know struggle
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| And you don’t know sorrow
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| And you don’t know what it’s like
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| To have to watch somebody die
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| So don’t pretend to act like you know me
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| And pick apart what you don’t understand
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| The book is long
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| Descriptive and haunting
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| It’s full of sentences you can’t comprehend
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| Comprehend
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| You don’t know struggle
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| You don’t know sorrow
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| You don’t know what it’s like
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| To watch somebody die
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| So don’t pretend to act like you know me
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| And pick apart what you don’t understand
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| The book is long
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| Descriptive and haunting
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| It’s full of sentences you can’t comprehend
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| Comprehend
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| Comprehend, oh
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| So what’s it like to have that comfort
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| To know you’ll always be covered
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| To know someone will be there?
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| Well I’ve never had that comfort
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| Or the luxuries of being covered
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| So night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night
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| I’ll be staying up late
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| Fighting off the shakes
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| Puking out the window
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| Repressing things you can never know
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| I’ll be staying up late
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| Fighting off the shakes
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| Puking out the window
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| Repressing things you can never know
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| Things you can never know
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| Things you can never know
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| Things you can never know |