| There’s something I didn’t get
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| There’s something I missed
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| Was it something I didn’t say
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| Or was it something I did
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| When I look into my precious mirror
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| Well it only shows my darkest features
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| I try to get a grip of the old me
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| But you take it away when you’re on the scene
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| And you make it all wrong
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| You make it all right
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| The minute you’re gone
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| The minute you’re back
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| I know it’s been a while since we talked
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| That doesn’t erase feelings
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| And since my pride went for a walk
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| I don’t answer to nothing
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| And there’s a thousand roles I could have played
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| And there’s a thousand words I could have said
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| And there’s a thousand rules that I never knew
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| And there’s a thousand fools that could be you
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| And you make it all wrong
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| You make it all right
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| The minute you’re gone
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| The minute you’re back
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| Do we stop here and reboot computers
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| Or do we linger still until it crashes later
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| I’ll shoot my brains out again if you come back around
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| But I won’t suffer the blame to watch us go down
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| You make it all wrong
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| You make it all right
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| The minute you’re gone
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| The minute you’re back
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| You know it ain’t right but you will be back
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| We might as well rest 'til dawn
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| We’re making the best of it all
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| Tonight we’re immune
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| Say we’re bulletproof
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| And no matter how hard we bleed
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| Doesn’t mean that I want to leave |