| How does it feel
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| All this times been wasted
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| I was caught staring at the ceiling
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| Eyes bloodshot
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| Who are you accusing?
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| Always fleeing back to that false sense of courage
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| One foot out the door I fell face to the floor can’t think anymore
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| Who are you accusing?
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| Expect disappointment
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| Forgiveness is key
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| The problem isn’t me with you
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| It’s you with me
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| Expect forgiveness
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| Disappointment is the key
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| The problem isn’t me with you
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| It’s you with me
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| I’m losing my way home or maybe I’m just losing sleep
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| I must regain my self control
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| Cause I’ve been pulling out my teeth
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| And there’s gotta be a better way
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| Is this the master plan
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| And this vice will be the end of me
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| But this where I stand
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| There is no pride being the one to cause your own demise
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| There’s no comfort in being the bastard son
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| There is no prize at the end of a wasted life
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| I looked into the reflection
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| All I saw was my deception
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| It brought me closer
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| Near a steep peak
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| To a sink hole
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| Growing so deep
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| I’m losing my way home or maybe I’m just losing sleep
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| I must regain my self control
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| Cause I’ve been pulling out my teeth
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| And there’s gotta be a better way
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| Is this the master plan
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| And this vice will be the end of me
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| But this where I stand
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| I’m losing my way home or maybe I’m just losing sleep
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| I must regain my self control
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| Cause I’ve been pulling out my teeth
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| And there’s gotta be a better way
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| Is this the master plan
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| And this vice will be the end of me
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| But this where I stand
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| Bury me under the ground
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| Let the roots take their place
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| Move them right through me
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| A proper grave for a hollow man
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| For better or for worse I remain unchanged
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| For better or for worse I remain unchanged
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| I remain, I remain |