| My God, I hear you’ve been crying
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| I feel your tear drops from the skies
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| Your pain’s the same as blinding me
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| Sometimes it hurts to be alive
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| (Sometimes, sometimes
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| Sometimes it hurts to be alive)
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| But keep on living for me, won’t you?
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| Keep an eye out for my soul too
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| the wrong things
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| I need something new
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| My arms around your hips
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| All the sketchings on your wrist
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| All that got me twisting on ya
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| My God, I hear you’ve been crying
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| I feel your tear drops from the skies
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| Your pain’s the same as blinding me
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| And it strikes me, clearly alive
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| And it strikes me, and it strikes me
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| You couldn’t be me 'cause you want to
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| So hurt me if you have to
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| We’re always self medicating
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| I need some pain new
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| So let’s get up outta here
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| Go out flexing on my bitch
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| Screaming «Fuck love, let’s get rich»
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| And we’ll come back if we don’t get it |