| I gotta keep a bit of you broken down
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| For the ghost inside but I don’t know how
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| I’m gonna feel a little indifferent now
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| When my mind’s locked out and your hands are bound
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| I gotta feed the spirit, the guilt I’ve found
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| And I realise now that I ain’t too proud
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| I wanna stand in the middle of faceless crowds
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| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud
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| I gotta keep a bit of you broken down
|
| For the ghost inside but I don’t know how
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| I’m gonna feel a little indifferent now
|
| When my mind’s locked out and your hands are bound
|
| I gotta feed the spirit, the guilt I’ve found
|
| And I realise now that I ain’t too proud
|
| I wanna stand in the middle of faceless crowds
|
| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud, I gotta
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| I gotta
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| I gotta
|
| I gotta
|
| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud
|
| I gotta keep a bit of you broken down
|
| For the ghost inside but I don’t know how
|
| I’m gonna feel a little indifferent now
|
| When my mind’s locked out and your hands are bound
|
| I gotta feed the spirit, the guilt I’ve found
|
| And I realise now that I ain’t too proud
|
| I wanna stand in the middle of faceless crowds
|
| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud
|
| I gotta keep a bit of you broken down
|
| For the ghost inside but I don’t know how
|
| I’m gonna feel a little indifferent now
|
| When my mind’s locked out and your hands are bound
|
| I gotta feed the spirit, the guilt I’ve found
|
| And I realise now that I ain’t too proud
|
| I wanna stand in the middle of faceless crowds
|
| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud
|
| I gotta
|
| Keep a bit of you broken down
|
| Feel a little indifferent now
|
| I gotta feed the spirit, the guilt I’ve found
|
| I wanna stand in the middle of faceless crowds
|
| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud
|
| I gotta keep a bit of you broken down
|
| For the ghost inside but I don’t know how
|
| I’m gonna feel a little indifferent now
|
| When my mind’s locked out and your hands are bound
|
| I gotta feed the spirit, the guilt I’ve found
|
| And I realise now that I ain’t too proud
|
| I wanna stand in the middle of faceless crowds
|
| But I can’t get loud when you won’t get loud, I gotta |