| Let me pour out my bleeding heart
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| It was all fucked up from the start
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| I was just try’na play my part
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| And they say it ain’t the winning that counts
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| It’s the taking part
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| But when you lose maintainings hard
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| And if you choose to complain they laugh
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| At your pain so you pick up the pad
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| Put the needle to the vein
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| It’s the same old same
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| I’ve seen it all before
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| And I’m sure that I’ll see it again
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| Strange Days
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| When people act in strange ways
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| And end up locked in strangeways
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| For the way they behave
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| The sky is always a shade of grey
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| That’s why I’m try’na make my pay
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| And escape the UK
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| It’s a love-hate relationship
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| No doubt — do I wanna stay?
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| Nah, I wanna break out
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| Cause the rain clouds overhead
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| Got me feelin dread
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| Got me feelin like I’m already dead
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| Nothing left to lose
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| If it was left to you, would you ever try to step in my shoes
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| And finish my work
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| If I was under the dirt
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| There’s only so many bridges, that’s another that’s burnt
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| Another confirmed my fears
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| I’ve been feelin the hurt for years
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| Dealin' with my people and my peers
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| And the cries for help
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| Fallin on deaf ears
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| I guess everything must end here
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| And it must end now
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| Shut, shot cause' I’m closin down
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| I’m broken down
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| I hope that there’s no one around
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| To see my
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| Tears in rain, dealing with the years of pain
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| I’m still here tryin' to maintain
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| Still here tryin' to maintain
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| It’s the same old same yo it’s always the same
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| It don’t change
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| Tears in rain, dealing with the years of pain
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| I’m still here tryin' to maintain
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| Still here tryin' to play the game
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| Still rollin the dice
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| Gambling not knowing the price
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| And if there really is a God I must owe him my life
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| If God exists then I owe my life
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| Enemy or friend?
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| Friend or enemy?
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| I touch tracks tenderly with a suicidal tendency
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| And when I’m gone nobody can fill the vacancy
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| They’ll never say I was a victim of complacency
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| In the place to be seen I was home banging beats
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| Baggin trees try’na make ends meet
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| The only way I know how, for now
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| I couldn’t stay at my mum’s I moved out of the house
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| I’m too proud, crafting to earn a pound
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| And it’s my own little niche that I’m carving now
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| Don’t ask about the ups and downs
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| Can’t you see that I’m still try’na turn my frown upside down
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| I cry the tears of a clown
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| Tears in the rain
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| I’m like a dusty old photo in a rusty frame
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| An old relative you can’t remember the name
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| And if it wasn’t for me
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| Things just wouldn’t be the same
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| Tears in rain, dealing with the years of pain
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| I’m still here tryin' to maintain
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| Still here tryin' to maintain
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| It’s the same old same yo it’s always the same
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| It don’t change
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| Tears in rain, dealing with the years of pain
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| I’m still here tryin' to maintain
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| Still here tryin' to play the game
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| Still rollin the dice
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| Gambling not knowing the price
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| And if there really is a God I must owe him my life
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| If God exists then I owe my life |