| I knew someday I’d be a helpless pawn
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| I knew sometime that I’d be judged with sinners
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| Can’t go on
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| I know how hard it is to kill a memory
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| I know how hard it is to stay alone
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| I don’t expect a lot of folks to like me
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| Don’t matter now, they don’t matter now
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| I know how hard it is to share your spirit
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| I know how hard it is to try and try
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| I know how cruel it is when things get shaky
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| And you cry, and you cry
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| Hard up, hard up for amusement
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| When you turned, you turned to the darker side,
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| You were never meant to understand the things that drive you
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| And those questions and those questions
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| They can tear you down
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| I know how envy does the strangest dances
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| I know how easy comes this thing called pity
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| I know how you can run
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| City to city, looking for pity
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| Bridesmaids
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| The only solution
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| Isn’t it amazing?
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| In a car, on a freeway
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| There’s a priest who’s crying, a priest who’s dying
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| In a graveyard beneath a full moon
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| I see a black cat lying with its throat cut
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| I know how age can wear the mask of wisdom
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| I know how easy it is to stumble too
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| So many questions that you can’t get napping
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| It’s true
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| I know how shitty it is when friends will use you
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| I know how hard it is to grow up tall
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| I know how losers can just turn your words round
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| Till you fall
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| I knew someday the music might get evil
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| I knew someday I’d be a helpless pawn
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| I knew sometime that I’d be judged with sinners
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| Can’t go on
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| I know how hard it is when friends desert you
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| I know that love becomes this thing called pity
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| I know how you can run you can run
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| City to city, looking for pity
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| I know how age can wear the mask of wisdom
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| I know how easy it is to stumble, too
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| Too many questions and you’ll never get napping
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| It’s true, it’s true, yeah, it’s true
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| You know it’s true, what are we inside? |