| Hands are tied, tryna fix a damn thing
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| He dims the light, she ying, he not yang
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| All alone at noon, she grabs a bottle of wine
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| Drowns in it soon and attempts to self untwine
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| Why do all the people imbibe their fears away
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| Instead of pursuing remedy for their inner soleil?
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| Trapped in her mind
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| Despair is growing wild
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| Trapped in her mind
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| Despair is growing wild
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| Hands are tied, tryna fix a damn thing
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| He dims the light, she ying, he not yang
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| Her feet are stuck, can’t run away or flee
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| Where’s her damn luck? |
| Doesn’t remember how to be G
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| Why seeking revenge on people who’re already miserable?
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| The heart sometimes feels like a rock inside the breast
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| And who would tryna fix feelings so complex?
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| Trapped in her mind
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| Despair is growing wild
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| Trapped in her mind
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| Despair is growing wild
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| Hands are tied, tryna fix a damn thing
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| He dims the light, she ying, he not yang
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| No pullin' punches no more
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| Her feet are stuck, can’t run away or flee
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| Where’s her damn luck?
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| Hmm |