| Sometimes we never stop talking
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| Sometimes we never start
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| I see a door I start walking
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| I’m better alone than apart
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| That’s what my twisted heart tells me It tells me how to hear and see
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| Compels the worst result to be
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| I wish I could tear it from me But then my twisted heart turns round
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| And looks for pieces on the ground
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| Though now the silence is profound
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| It’s mine to keep
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| I’ve never been wrong when I’m winning
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| 'Cause losing’s just not in the frame
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| You made some kind of resistance
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| Yet surely you entered my game
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| But then my twisted heart turns twice
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| And cools these fires into ice
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| Though now I have to pay the price
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| Of every brutal deed
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| Nothing ever got too crazy
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| Nothing ever got too cruel
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| Nothing ever comes from nothing, my dear
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| Too easy for me to be playing the fool to you
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| But then my twisted heart unfurls
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| And shows the ruins of my world
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| A kingdom black and burned and curled
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| And mine to keep |