| On the outside, a beautiful thing
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| On the inside, a bird with a broken wing
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| Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind
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| You’re mistaken, but still you’ll do it all again
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| As he shakes his fist, somethin' dribbles down his chin
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| Can you live like this
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| Just crawlin' underneath their skin
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| Better naway, there is no reason to naway
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| Better naway, fast as these words that I naway
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| From the ashes you will rise
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| Distant crashes in your eyes
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| Though he’s made you into an image of his pain
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| Cut and shaved you
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| Like a prisoner on a train
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| There are broken limbs
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| And tangled power lines
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| No songs like hymns
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| No flowers in the springtime
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| Better naway, there is no reason to naway
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| Better naway, fast as these words that I naway
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| Better naway, there is no reason to naway
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| Better naway, fast as these words that I naway
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| I found your heart on Valentine’s Day
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| I tore it apart, with all I do, with all I say
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| Just run…
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| Better naway
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| There is no reason to naway
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| You just naway
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| Fast as these words that I naway
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| Better naway
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| There is no reason to naway
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| Better naway
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| Fast as these words that I naway |