| Don’t treat yourself like this
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| You’re a walking grave and drugged out of your mind
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| I think it’s time to find a new high
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| What can you say for yourself?
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| A traitor who sells herself short
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| You’re nothing but a fake
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| We’re cleaning up
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| Attention is for those who wait for it
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| Oh we wait for it
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| Let’s dispose our fear with all these desperate attempts
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| That we would crash til we love ourselves
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| It’s time for believing
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| It takes its toll, when we take less we get more
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| I know, I know things get so difficult
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| But I’ve seen what you can do
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| I’ve seen what you can do
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| Don’t give up on me just yet
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| I’ve got more vices than you could imagine
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| We’re cleaning up
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| Attention is for those who wait for it
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| Oh we wait for it
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| Let’s dispose our fear with all these desperate attempts
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| That we would crash til we love ourselves
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| It’s time for believing
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| It takes its toll, when we take less we get more
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| I’ve got only eyes for you
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| I spend all my time here waiting
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| But she’s not coming back
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| (I've got only eyes for you)
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| So it’s time we let this die
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| We watch the world set fire |