| 'Been caught up in the chaos
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| It makes me this way
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| It digs a new hole inside me every day
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| It’s all the same with nothing new
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| Trapped in these memories of you
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| I know this blankets me like rain
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| I didn’t start to find a way to make this mine
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| I’ll find a way to get through
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| This part is hard on me
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| And if it makes you understand
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| What makes a man like me get rid of you
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| Locked away and I’ve always had this
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| Left to suffocate, I’d imagine
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| Placed inside me, this one last fear
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| I’ve been locked up in, in your straightjacket
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| Ten days away, it’s all the same
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| And nothing ever seems to change
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| Or is it inside my head
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| Around this her shape is nothing new
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| Consume me with my thoughts of you
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| Brings back that time in my life
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| I didn’t start to find a way to make this mine
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| I’ll find a way to get through
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| This part is hard on me
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| And if it makes you understand
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| What makes a man like me get rid of you
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| Locked away and I’ve always had this
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| Left to suffocate, I’d imagine
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| Placed inside me, this one last fear
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| I’ve been locked up in, in your straightjacket
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| Locked away and I’ve always had this
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| Left to suffocate, I’d imagine
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| Placed inside me, this one last fear
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| I’ve been locked up in, in your straightjacket
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| In my straightjacket |