| I got no soul in the shell of a man
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| And in our lives, we just do what we can
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| But there’s no lust in these sheets
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| And all eyes, they were rested on me
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| Yeah, they rested on me
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| I’ve got mud on my hands
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| She knows you understand
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| But he left you by yourself
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| There’s no blood when you slit your own wrist
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| And your God, well, He doesn’t exist
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| I’ve spent so long on my feet
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| That once I was naked, the woman can you make you forget how to breathe
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| Yeah, you’ll forget how to breathe
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| I’ve got mud on my hands
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| She knows you understand
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| But he left you by yourself
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| I got mud on my hands, I guess
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| She knows you understand, it’s just
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| He left you by yourself, alone
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| All night, call me to take you home
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| But it’s not what you’d expect
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| From a past life, try to forget that they
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| Hurt you, so fuck the regrets and take virtues
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| Over the fact that they lied, lies, lies, lies
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| Yeah, I know what you said
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| I know that I’ve got mud on my hands
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| She knows you understand
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| But he left you by yourself
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| Now all I’ve got is myself
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| Don’t you know? |