| No one knows me
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| No one sees me
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| And I hate to feel so incomplete
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| I don’t love you
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| I would love to
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| But my heart is made out of concrete
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| But my heart is made out of concrete
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| But my heart is made out of concrete
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| I don’t love you
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| I don’t love you
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| I don’t love you
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| I don’t love you
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| When you’re with me
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| I can’t breathe
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| You make me feel so incomplete
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| I don’t love you
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| Though I’d love to
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| But my heart is made out of concrete
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| But my heart is made out of concrete
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| My heart — made out of concrete
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| My heart — feels so incomplete
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| My heart — made out of concrete
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| My heart — feels so incomplete
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| My heart — made out of concrete
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| My heart — feels so incomplete
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| My heart — feels so incomplete
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| My heart — feels so incomplete |