| Not the one to live or die alone
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| Or keep a chain around the telephone
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| If there’s a fortune at my fingers it’ll be a crime
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| Struck down on the dirty floor
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| Ten locks on the cellar door
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| I haven’t slept for weeks and I’m doing fine
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| In a better world I’d save the children overseas
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| In another life I’d play a meaner brand of god
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| Such good intentions never standing in the fore
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| And I swear it’s me never letting go
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| You can’t fail if you’ve never tried
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| Crouched down from the view outside
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| Foot steps in time with a ticking heart
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| So tired of the endless days
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| Payback for my selfish ways
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| Feels like I’ve lost before I even start |