| Tired
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| Oh, sometimes I get tired on myself
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| And I feel like things won’t be alright
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| Lonely
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| Oh, sometimes I get lonely in your company
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| 'Cause we are the same, you and me
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| What are we made of?
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| What have we come to believe?
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| Tell me, say how you feel
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| Are we made to hide how we feel inside?
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| If I cross that line, would you hold me?
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| What are we made of?
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| And if I cross that line, would you hold me?
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| Angry
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| Oh, sometimes I get angry with myself
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| But you won’t even care as long as you’re near
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| Hopeless
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| Oh, sometimes it get hopeless thinking you’re not here
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| I want it to end, to be free
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| What are we made of?
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| What have we come to believe?
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| Tell me, say how you feel
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| Are we made to hide how we feel inside?
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| If I cross that line, would you hold me?
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| What are we made of?
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| And if I cross that line, would you hold me?
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| Are we made to hide how we feel inside?
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| If I cross that line, would you hold me?
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| What are we made of?
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| And if I cross that line, would you hold me?
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| Would you hold me? |