| Start off your cries
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| And keep complaining
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| You’re not Justified
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| Your Intuition leaves me
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| Nothing left into disguise
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| This problem is your own
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| I’d Rather be left alone
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| Your battle scars to fall
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| Find another place to crawl
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| You can place the blame
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| But no one’s listening
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| I don’t want you here with me
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| Cause all your pressure falls on me
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| So Take Your Smoking Gun from me
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| Am I your only tragedy?
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| And still you try in vain
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| Convincing no one loved your pride
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| For being a taste of all your chains
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| And lost, you still reside
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| I am your Only Cure
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| The wounds can’t heal no more
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| You cry and know the scars
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| Now Your backs against the wall
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| You can place the blame
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| But no one’s listening
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| I don’t want you here with me
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| Cause all your pressure falls on me
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| So Take Your Smoking Gun from me
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| Am I your only tragedy?
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| I don’t want you here with me
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| Cause all your pressure falls on me
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| So Take Your Smoking Gun from me
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| Am I your only tragedy? |