| I walk these streets, and my soul drags behind me as I go
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| And you search his eyes, for that life you’ll never find, the one we shared
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| And he takes your hand, in a way that you just don’t quite understand
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| In a way that you just don’t quite understand
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| Miss Woe, your thoughts are gray
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| Because now you see this mess you’ve made of your liberty
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| And now, yeah everything
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| You’ve ever known, it crashes down before your feet
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| You know I’m glad
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| This loneliness is all I really know of you still
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| And that emptiness, it cuts right through you
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| Deep into your bones
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| So when you press your lips, against his cheek it’s just not quite what you
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| prepared
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| Against his cheek it’s just not quite what you prepared
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| Miss Woe, your thoughts are gray
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| Because now you see this mess you’ve made of your liberty
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| And now, yeah everything
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| You’ve ever known, it crashes down before your feet
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| You know I’m glad
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| Now, your wrists like rivers
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| Every drop of blood spilled for your mistake
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| And as you weep in silence
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| My heart it screams with pleasure, I become alive
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| But in that moment, I begin to realize
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| And now I see what I’ve done
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| And I’m too late
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| Yeah you’re watching, watching him and it’s me, it’s me you see
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| And he’s touching you, and it’s me you feel
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| You’re suffering
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| Miss Woe, my thoughts are gray
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| Because now I see this mess I made of your liberty
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| And now, yeah everything
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| I’ve ever known, it crashes down before my feet
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| And I was glad
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| But that went bad |