| No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
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| To be the sad man behind blue eyes
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| And no one knows what it's like to be hated
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| To be fated to telling only lies
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| But my dreams, they aren't as empty
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| As my conscience seems to be
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| I have hours, only lonely
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| My love is vengeance that's never free
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| No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings
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| Like I do, and I blame you
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| No one bites back as hard on their anger
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| None of my pain and woe can show through
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| But my dreams, they aren't as empty
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| As my conscience seems to be
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| I have hours, only lonely
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| My love is vengeance that's never free
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| Discover, L.I.M.P., say it
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| Discover, L.I.M.P., say it
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| Discover, L.I.M.P., say it
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| Discover, L.I.M.P., say it
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| Discover
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| No one knows what it's like to be mistreated
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| To be defeated behind blue eyes
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| No one knows how to say that they're sorry
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| And don't worry, I'm not tellin' lies
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| But my dreams, they aren't as empty
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| As my conscience seems to be
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| I have hours, only lonely
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| My love is vengeance that's never free
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| No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
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| To be the sad man behind blue eyes |