| Don’t pray to me, I’m not your God
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| Or cry for me, I’m not your dog
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| Don’t worship me, I’m not your God
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| Don’t pray for me, Don’t
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| Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame
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| People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame
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| Now I feel like a man who has lost his way
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| Nothing is real to me, don’t lean on me
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| I’m not your cain
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| Don’t wish me away, I’m not your pain
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| Don’t bury me, I’m not dead yet
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| Don’t pray for me, Don’t
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| Now I’m feeling things that I’ve never ever even felt before
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| Something’s feeding me through a bleeding wound
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| Like an open door
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| Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame
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| People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame
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| Don’t pray, Don’t pray, Don’t pray for me
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| Now I see it clearly your the one who is left to blame
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| As you draw me to you, I’m the moth and you’re the flame
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| Now I’m feeling things that I’ve never ever even felt before
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| Something’s feeding me through a bleeding wound
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| Like an open door
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| Don’t pray for me |