| This is dedicated
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| To a Mr. Bream
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| A Mr. Read
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| A Mr. Pinty
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| And a Mr. Mood
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| I’ve hit rock bottom
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| Ooh now I’m running away
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| I’ve made it babe
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| Think of what your lover would say
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| Think in a brotherly way
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| See girl, I won’t say it
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| Until it finds me
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| One day
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| My mind starts to derange
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| Distortion to rage
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| As sight loses its range
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| As everyones perspective begins to change
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| Ooh, I’m the same
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| Just something to blame
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| Another thing wrong with the game
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| Watch me as I descend
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| Into shame
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| Into
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| Into shame
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| Into
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| Into shame
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| When your hearts got no more
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| You’re lying dead on the floor
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| The wounds in your back are still sore
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| And everyone who watched you
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| Watched on in awe
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| But now you see it’s nothing but poor
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| Another lost soul
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| Never accomplished a goal
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| Or made a light out of their lives
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| And they’re the ones who pulled out the knife
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| Oh, like that, everything is gone in front of your eyes
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| Your hands have lost the grip on their prize
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| And you’ve got no more tries
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| Cause you’ve lost them through lies
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| Oh but your lucky this time
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| And hopefully it’ll make you seem more wise
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| Or otherwise
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| They’ll leave you to your own demise
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| Cause it’s the end of something I did not want to end
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| Beginning of hard times to come
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| Something that was not meant to be is done
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| And this is the start of what was |