| I’ve got my work cut out with you
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| You tore bits out of me Your carpet burns and bruises blue
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| And there for all to see
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| But I can tell you’ve been through hell
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| Finally you wear it well
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| It’s an accessory
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| It’s time to change your uniform
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| And hand it on to me, to me And I dream one day I’ll find
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| The one who lives inside my mind
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| They feel the same way too
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| We’ve all been used
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| Dazed, beautiful and bruised
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| Dazed, beautiful and bruised
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| And blame is not a one way street
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| The widest avenue
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| But cause me grief
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| And my beliefs is harm will come to you
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| Between the lines I think you’ll find
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| Lessons learnedfrom alleys blind
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| Beauty can turn sour
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| So recognise through all the lies
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| The her of the hour, the hour
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| And I dream one day I find
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| The one who lives inside my mind
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| They feel the same way too
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| We’ve all been used
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| Dazed, beautiful and bruised
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| When there’s nothing, nothing left to lose
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| Dazed, beautiful and bruised
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| Dazed |