It hurts much more than a paper cut,
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The trace of conscience does not go away immediately,
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Whatever is on my mind, it's all on my tongue,
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My common sense is land above all else,
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Countless unanswered ringing in my ear,
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Does someone remember me, thinks I love,
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Collared the bridges, lifted them to the side,
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It's been a long time since I forgot your face
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Did it leave an unbroken place in my heart?
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What he does and what he says is different for some reason.
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The sigh of the oppressed is taken slowly
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Let the poor guy think I won
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Did it leave an unbroken place in my heart?
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What he does and what he says is different for some reason.
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The sigh of the oppressed is taken slowly
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Let the poor guy think I won
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Countless missed ringing in my ear
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Does someone remember me, think I love
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Collared bridges, lifted and tossed aside
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It's been a long time since I forgot your face
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Did it leave an unbroken place in my heart?
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What he does and what he says is different for some reason.
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The sigh of the oppressed is taken slowly
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Let the poor guy think I won
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Did it leave an unbroken place in my heart?
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What he does and what he says is different for some reason.
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The sigh of the oppressed is taken slowly
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Let the poor guy think I won
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Did it leave an unbroken place in my heart?
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What he does and what he says is different for some reason.
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The sigh of the oppressed is taken slowly
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Let the poor guy think I won |