| I light the fuse
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| And I watch it burn
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| And somewhere deep inside I know there’s a lesson to be learned
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| It’s not the crime but the way that we pay for
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| Feelings are mutual
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| You go upstairs
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| And I hang my head
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| Somebody said I let myself down as I crawled into bed
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| I wondered why the hell I’d ever paid for
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| Feelings are mutual
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| I’m tired of living in the shadows
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| These pebble walls I can’t break through
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| I’m sick of standing by your window
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| Tracing silhouettes of you
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| When it gets dark
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| You light the spark
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| And all the lies I tried to live by start falling apart
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| Whoever knew that it could be so painful
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| Feelings are mutual
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| Now I can’t escape
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| These things I’ve done
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| But my anxieties have promised me the worst is to come
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| So give up living for the life that you paid for
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| Feelings are mutual
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| I’m tired of living in the shadows
|
| These pebble walls I can’t break through
|
| I’m sick of standing by your window
|
| Tracing silhouettes of you
|
| Tracing silhouettes of you
|
| Tracing silhouettes of you
|
| Tracing silhouettes of you
|
| Tracing silhouettes of you
|
| I light the fuse
|
| And I watch it burn
|
| And somewhere deep inside I know there’s a lesson to be learned
|
| It’s not the crime but the way that we pay for
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| Feelings are mutual |