| Inside I feel so strange, my neighbours tapping on the windows
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| My God, I felt the same feeling when I let you dying on the couch
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| And if I let my mind slip, I know I’ll have an awful, awful time
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| And I let this pain arouse me for so long
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| And you came to save the last piece of this song
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| I prove to you that you think that I’m worth something
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| When I’m really what I think I’m worth
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| Inside I feel so strange, my neighbours tapping on the windows
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| My God, I felt the same feeling when I let you dying on the couch
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| And if I let my mind slip, I know I’ll have an awful, awful time
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| And I let this pain arouse me for so long
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| And you came to save the last piece of this song
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| I prove to you that you think that I’m worth something
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| When I’m really what I think I’m worth
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| I sit around and avoid all of these holes inside the walls
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| They evoke all of these ghosts trapped on the other side
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| They tell stories of hell, what’s the matter with me?
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| Oh, man, how bad can it get?
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| What’s the matter with me?
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| What’s the matter with me?
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| What’s the matter with me?
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| What’s the matter? |