| I am standing like a roadblock
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| Buried in the sidewalk
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| I need somethin' more than nothin'
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| Somethin' make me feel alive, alive
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| I will die
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| To feel alive
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| Hang me high
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| And bleed me dry
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| 'Cause every door you close
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| Is waiting there when you come back down
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| The pain and suffering
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| The ones you couldn’t face
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| Are waiting there when you come back down
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| I am standing at the crossroad
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| Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
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| I am breathing on your water
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| 'Case my demons drag me down, down, down
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| I will die
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| To feel alive
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| Hang me high
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| And bleed me dry
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| 'Cause every door you close
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| Is waiting there when you come back down
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| The pain and suffering
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| The child you couldn’t save
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| Is waiting there when you come back down
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| My bloodied fingertips
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| Push the judge and jury in
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| Let the iron spin (?) one last time
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| I lay down in my bed
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| To dye the pillow crimson red
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| Turn my head
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| Inside out
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| I couldn’t stand myself, but God, I was so eager to please
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| I gave away everything to make room for your disease
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| Place your hands around my neck
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| Make a fist and steal my breath
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| I’ll praise your name and sign my name one last time
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| Leave my skin on the floor
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| Kick the chair and stretch the cord
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| Until that part of me is gone for good (Gone for good)
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| It’s gone for good (Gone for good)
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| Gone for good (Gone for good)
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| Gone for good (Gone for good)
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| Gone for good
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| Bring me back to life!
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| 'Cause every door you close
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| Is waiting there when you come back down
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| The pain and suffering
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| The truth you couldn’t face
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| Is waiting there when you come back, come back, come back
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| Down |