| I’ve got to get you
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| 'Cause I’m meant to I went through the wars tonight
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| Is this how we fix the truth?
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| Just spell out the words that can make this right
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| 'Cause I’ve really missed you
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| For you plucked off the wings that could make me fly
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| Is this how we tell the truth?
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| When we lie and we lie and we lie
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| 'Cause I’m sick of this empty house
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| I’m sick of this empty dream
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| I’m sick of this making promises that I can’t keep
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| 'Cause when you won’t even fight
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| It’s like running away
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| And what does running away even prove?
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| I’d rather sleep with the lions
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| On another day
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| One where there’s nothing left to lose
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| 'Cause I can feel it in my heart
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| And soul
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| Whoa
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| Just open up your eyes and see that I’m the one for you
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| 'Cause I’m sick of this empty house
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| I’m sick of this empty dream
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| I’m sick of this making promises that I can’t keep
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| I’m sick of this empty deal
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| I’m just like Tommy P in 35 MM
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| I’m sick of this casting out hooks that you can’t feel
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| It’s not like I get it
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| Like it read it and said every word was right
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| Is this how we fix the truth?
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| Just lay out the verse so it’s black and white
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| Nah fuck it
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| I’m gonna sing the blues
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| 'Cause you pick and you choose
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| What is wrong and right
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| Is this how we tell the truth?
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| When we lie and we lie and we lie
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| 'Cause I’m sick of this empty house
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| I’m sick of this empty dream
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| I’m sick of this making promises that I can’t keep
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| 'Cause when you won’t even fight
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| It’s like running away
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| And what does running away even prove?
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| I’d rather sleep with the lions
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| On another day
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| One where there’s nothing left to lose
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| 'Cause I can feel it in my heart
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| And soul
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| Whoa
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| Just open up your eyes and see that I’m the one for you
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| 'Cause I’m sick of this empty house
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| I’m sick of this empty dream
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| I’m sick of this making promises that I can’t keep
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| I’m sick of this empty deal
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| I’m just like Tommy P in 35 MM
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| I’m sick of this casting out hooks that you can’t feel
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| 'Cause when you won’t even fight
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| It’s like running away
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| And what does running away even prove?
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| I’d rather sleep with the lions
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| On another day
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| One where there’s nothing left to lose
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| I’m sick of this empty house
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| I’m sick of this empty dream
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| I’m sick of this making promises that I can’t keep
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| But I can feel it in my heart and soul
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| Can you feel it in your heart and soul? |