| Pain, baby all you are is pain
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| I hear the numbers counting out
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| And baby they’re not going up
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| Oh, tell me who’s paying?
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| Cuz you ain’t broken, you broke us
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| You’re tunnelled in your vision
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| Why won’t you focus? |
| Why won’t you?
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| Pain, baby all you are is pain
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| I hear the blood inside your veins
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| And baby it don’t sound the same
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| Oh tell me what you’re playing, what you’re playing
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| Why aren’t you drowning in your shame?
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| Why aren’t you?
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| I might just do the same, same
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| Cuz you were always running low
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| I might just share your shames, shames
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| Although we never needed those
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| Aye, I thought you don’t like PDA
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| So, why are the whispers in the breeze
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| So strong they’re pushing me with ease?
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| Oh and you said, that you never liked the way he sang
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| But I can hear him in your pants
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| And it sounds just like they said
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| Like they said, just like they said
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| I might just do the same, same
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| Cuz you were always running low
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| And I’ll never be the same
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| I never felt a pain so slow
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| I might just do the same, same
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| Cuz you were always running low
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| And I know a place, place
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| A place they never close
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| A house to heal my woes
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| There is a house in Sydney
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| They call the Rising Sun
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| Oh and it’s been, the ruin of many
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| And I’m on my way there, I’m, I’m on my way oh
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| There is a house near the city
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| They call the Rising Sun
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| And it’s been, the ruin of many, the ruin of many
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| I’m on my way there |