| It’s like I have this sickness
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| Wearing me down
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| With every word I am getting weaker
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| I’m starting to drown
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| I’m trying harder every second
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| To fuel this flame
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| But sometimes I feel nothing
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| And I’m afraid you do the same
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| What happened to the true
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| The love and the spark?
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| If you give me your soul
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| I will trade you my heart
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| We’ve become masters of pretense
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| We put our love and pride at expense
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| If you give me your soul
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| I will trade you my heart
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| It’s like I have this sickness
|
| Wearing me down
|
| With every word I’m getting weaker
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| I’m starting to drown
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| Tell me, am I dead?
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| Or something you can heal?
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| I wish I could cry every day
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| So I know that this is real
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| What happened to the true
|
| The love and the spark?
|
| If you give me your soul
|
| I will trade you my heart
|
| We’ve become masters of pretense
|
| We put our love and pride at expense
|
| If you give me your soul
|
| I will trade you my heart
|
| If you give me your soul
|
| I will trade you my heart
|
| What happened to the true
|
| The love and the spark?
|
| If you give me your soul
|
| I will trade you my heart
|
| We’ve become masters of pretense
|
| We put our love and pride at expense
|
| If you give me your soul
|
| I will trade you my heart |