| And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto, I was
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| Spending nights at home full throttle, I was
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| Breakin' your heart
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| Breakin' my heart, revenge
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| And I feel just like I woke up in somebody else’s skin
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| Who else is gonna remind you to take a picture of them?
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| Well, they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you
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| When they tied you up in the rungs of ladders
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| And you never ended up coming home, you just
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| Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold
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| And when I awoke
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| Everything had changed, you see I
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| Left my home, returned something different, I was
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| Beaten to death, bleeding to death with regret
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| And nobody else can see it
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| But there’s something underneath my skin
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| And I wish I could tell you
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| I had the worst little dream
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| And they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you
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| When they tied you up in the rungs of ladders
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| And you never ended up coming home, you just
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| Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold
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| And the black clouds came
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| And darkened all our insides, there were
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| Newspaper clippings with horrible headlines
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| Of doom and despair and your name and my name said
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| «Who will save you from the truth of the matter
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| That your love, though like gold, is gone?»
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| Well, they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote
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| Songs about her, when they
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| Tied you up in the rungs of ladders
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| And you never ended up coming home, you just
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| Became something like a dream I saw where they brought
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| Hearts and daggers, they wrote
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| Songs about you, when they
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| Tied you up and you hung from ladders
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| And you never ended up coming home, you just
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| Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold |