| It took a while but it drove me senseless
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| Now they say, I’m non compos mentis
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| Little wonder I’m still here at all
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| Staring out from the guilt free on the wall
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| It’s what happens when you mess with matches
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| Everything’s reduced to ashes
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| Now I’m lost and brokenhearted
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| My dreams had barely started
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| You’re never gonna drive those demons
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| Out of my mind
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| I know you’ve gone, but you’re never
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| Out of my mind
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| Still see those pictures of hell, sends me
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| Out of my mind
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| My memory’s photographic
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| Some of those images stopped the traffic
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| It wasn’t me, it wasn’t you
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| Feel that it’s nothing new
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| I’m not guilty, but I’m conscious
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| A bad net weight on my conscience
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| Another thing I have to mention
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| Sadly there’s no redemption
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| You’re never gonna drive those demons
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| Out of my mind
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| I know you’ve gone, but you’re never
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| Out of my mind
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| Still see those pictures of hell, sends me
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| Out of my mind
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| I want a lonely life
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| I want a lonely life
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| You’re never gonna drive those demons
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| Out of my mind
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| I know you’ve gone, but you’re never
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| Out of my mind
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| Still see those pictures of hell, sends me
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| Out of my mind |