| I’ll tell myself that I’m not standing here,
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| Convince myself that I’m standing somewhere else
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| Where we can make believe all of our friends from
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| Enemies,
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| Where we can make believe it all.
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| But now you’re not making any sense
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| Pay attention to yourself
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| And now you’re not helping anything
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| Pay attention to yourself
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| It’s not an opinion, it’s a bad idea.
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| Count me out and take the blame for yourself
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| Chances are that the chances don’t look too good right
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| Now.
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| Shadows stand beside themselves
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| And the outcome never fit the first idea
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| I can’t make heads or tails of your declarations now.
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| Someone else’s cigarette is in the ashtray
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| That sat the full night on our bed.
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| You said, yeah well those scars are on your back
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| You said where and when along your arms?
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| Well that’s not all you said.
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| Now you wish that we could be like someone else.
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| And now you’re not changing anything,
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| Pay attention to yourself.
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| It’s not an opinion, it’s a waste of breath.
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| Count me out and take the blame for yourself.
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| Chances are that the chance you’ll stay will look just
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| Fine
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| {telling me your bloody knees and two of them were
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| Mine?}
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| And the outcome never fit the first idea.
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| Can’t make heads or tails of your declarations.
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| And you wake up on a city bench at 5AM
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| No one’s there to walk you home.
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| It’s too cold outside to watch the sun rise. |