| Was that the best knuckle ever made?
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| Or was it just you and me afraid?
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| You try to stop, break, animated
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| A step further to the grave
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| You try to scream but it makes no sound
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| You get back up then you fall back down
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| Drain my soul
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| What is this pain I’m faking?
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| Blessed be the ones who take you home
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| With the pins and needles
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| Keep on believing in every sign
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| You can’t change me
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| Believing it every time
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| You can’t save me
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| So, what is this pain I’m faking?
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| Was that the best knuckle ever made?
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| You’re still a kid stucked in second grade
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| I’m gonna huff and puff the isolated
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| A step further to the grave
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| You try to scream but it makes no sound
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| You get back up then you fall back down
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| Drain my soul
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| What is this pain I’m faking?
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| Blessed be the ones who take you home
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| With the pins and needles
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| Keep on believing in every sign
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| You can’t change me
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| Believing it every time
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| You can’t save me
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| So, what is this pain I’m faking?
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| I will look you up and figure out what I can do
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| And figure out what I’m loosing in you
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| I will straighten things out
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| I will straighten us out
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| What is this pain I’m faking?
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| Blessed be the ones who take you home
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| With the pins and needles
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| Keep on believing in every sign
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| You can’t change me
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| Believing it every time
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| You can’t save me
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| Why is my heart still aching?
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| What is this pain I’m faking? |