| Did you leave me here
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| To die amongst my friends?
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| Did you leave me here
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| For comfort now and then?
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| Did you open up
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| To let 'em swallow you whole?
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| Did you leave me here?
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| 'Cause this is one fine mess I’ve made
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| There’s plenty more from where it came
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| And when I’ve had enough to drink
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| I’ll see if things still look the same
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| And when it washes over me
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| I’ll try my best to make believe
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| That I’m the same man
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| The same man underneath
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| Did you leave me here
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| To suffer for your sins?
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| Did you leave me here
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| With a promise to repent?
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| Did you lie awake
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| While the walls were closing in?
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| Did you leave me here?
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| And this is one fine mess I’ve made
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| There’s plenty more from where it came
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| And when I’ve had enough to drink
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| I’ll see if things still look the same
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| And when it washes over me
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| I’ll try my best to make believe
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| That I’m the same man
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| The same man underneath
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| And I’m so cold, undecided
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| There’s so much in my way
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| And we’ve been so divided
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| I’ll try and separate
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| What is real from this fiction
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| Does anything read truth
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| Through all these contradictions?
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| I’ll leave it all to you
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| And this is one fine mess I’ve made
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| There’s plenty more from where it came
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| And when I’ve had enough to drink
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| I’ll see if things still look the same
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| And when it washes over me
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| I’ll try my best to make believe
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| That I’m the same man
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| The same man underneath, yeah. |
| Yeah |