| Troubled thinking
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| Running into walls again
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| Duck in shadows
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| Run between the bullets shot by others stares
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| Made a thousand mistakes, a thousand mistakes to take us down
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| (Firing us back to square one)
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| Drawn and quartered red handed sew me back together
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| (Together again)
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| And I knew it was wrong
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| But I had to be there
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| I had to be there
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| I had to be there
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| I had to be there
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| Trying not to run away
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| A thousand memories, a thousand regrets where’s the end
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| Causes so much pain
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| Forger the shadows I hit the closure
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| Tearing out the stitches leaving the holes behind
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| And I knew it was wrong
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| But I had to be there
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| I had to be there
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| I had to be there
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| I had to be there
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| I don’t see shit in yesterday
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| I don’t see shit in yesterday
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| And I say fuck it to yesterday
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| And I say fuck it to yesterday |