| And in my broken empty home, come lay your wary head,
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| Don´t you cry when you’re alone
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| There’s always room for more once you’re dead
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| Anyone here with two good ears, would better listen up
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| For i have lived so many years that by now im pretty loosen up
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| So when you come around you’ll go back again
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| And i will keep my hands tied up until then
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| And when i hear your pretty lies
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| And I see you walking frame
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| I get so terrified of ending up the same
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| And if I ever get through (or am i getting through to you?)
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| You can throw the shit out to the dark
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| there’s nothing good to sell
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| Go start a fire with these arms
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| If you swear by me i promise i won’t tell
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| yes i’m writing to the core
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| i’m running second to the wrist
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| cause you’re all children of a whore
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| But mother always be just wit
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| Was biz
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| But did i mention the moon or the stars up in the sky?
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| Lover with a faithfull heart until de day we die
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| Will there’ll be time enought for that
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| if it ever comes to that
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| i get so terrified
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| But exactly where is at?
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| And if i ever get through (or am i getting through to you?)
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| if i ever get throught, or am i getting thorugh
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| So face a valentine
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| of my fillfull room
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| and you will understand when i broke your heart and bones
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| i’m inlove with you
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| tough i never talk with you
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| i get so terrified
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| of what just i might do to you
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| am i getting throught to you
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| am i getting throught to you
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| i get so terrified
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| of just what i might do to you
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| when i get through
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| I get so terrified… |