| I will stare at a stage
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| And I’ll call you by your middle name
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| Like «Faith» and «Pain» and «Water»
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| And I don’t get much relief
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| Faking to be asleep
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| But I do it for you, oh baby, just maybe, you’d sing for me
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| «Hey, remember this place?
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| I can barely hear you
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| You can barely breathe»
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| «Regrets, they slowly kill you
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| They slowly kill me
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| What a thing to be…»
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| I will stare at a stage
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| And I’ll call our your name
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| Like «Faith» and «Pain» and «Water»
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| And I won’t be listening
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| No, I won’t be listening to things I think important
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| But baby, just maybe, you’d kill for me
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| And I can just spit you out my goddamn mouth
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| Is that what you want from me?
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| And I can just shake you like a bad habit now
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| Is that what you want from me? |