| There’s a hatchet, got a knife
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| When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
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| But dreams are so intoxicating
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| when you’re doing this alone
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| Gun, rope, brick on the way
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| But words have no meaning
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| when it’s you that says, «I really do care»
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| No baby I, I really do care
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| CHORUS:
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| Innocence Gone
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| Never take friendship personal
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| If you can’t hold yourself together
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| why should I hold you now?
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| In a sense gone
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| Never take friendship personal
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| If you can’t hold yourself together
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| why should I hold you now?
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| Once a skeptic, now the critic
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| And you figured you finally
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| found a place of your own
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| Amongst the cold and timid souls
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| Where only failure knows your name
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| Look around for the closest to blame
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| But look no further than the
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| hands beneath your arms
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| And now you’re six feet down
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| buried with, with your passing fame
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| (Chorus)
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| oh, oh, oh, you lie
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| Tell me something more than what you tried to hide
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| If you can’t find yourself
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| Then how can i expect to find you
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| oh, oh, oh, you cry
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| Tell me something more than what you try
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| The greatest tragedy is not your death
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| but a life without reason
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| life has no purpose
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| a life has no reason
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| life has no purpose
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| Innocence gone
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| Never take friendship personal
|
| If you can’t hold yourself together
|
| why should I hold you now?
|
| In a sense gone
|
| Never take friendship personal
|
| If you can’t hold yourself together
|
| why should I hold you now?
|
| Innocence gone
|
| Never take friendship personal
|
| If you can’t hold yourself together
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| why should I hold you now? |