| This isn’t theatre, no yelling out for help
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| No useless sense of pride
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| Scars in cards I dealt out to you
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| Sinners needing to hide
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| I’m not looking for some laced up little pill
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| Save your grand recovery
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| I know my ways are never still
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| Must be catching up to me
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| Turn us back before the time
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| To heal some pain before you were mine
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| Maybe Let us off the hook
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| I’d learn to cope and not to not blame you
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| Oh see dee and the anger
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| Maybe let us off the hook
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| I move too much but i can’t stand
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| The way time moves no matter where i am
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| Now the walls close in on me
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| But if you came home and gave a damn
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| I’d stay put right where i stand
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| Tell me what the walls can’t see
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| Turn us back before the time
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| To heal some pain before you were mine
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| Maybe let us off the hook
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| I’d learn to cope n' not to not blame you
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| Oh see dee and the anger
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| Maybe let us off the hook
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| Turn us back before the time
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| To heal some pain before you were mine
|
| Maybe let us off the hook
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| I’d learn to cope n' not to not blame you
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| Oh see dee and the anger
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| Maybe let us off the hook
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| Turn us back before the time
|
| To heal some pain before you were mine
|
| Maybe let us off the hook
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| I’d learn to cope n' not to not blame you
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| Oh see dee and the anger
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| Maybe let us off the hook |