| Life is singing me tunes, but I don’t know how to dance. |
| No, I never did
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| Hope was calling my name, but I never took a stand. |
| No, I always hid
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| Shame has a way of keeping me in bed all damn day
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| So either way, I can’t say enough about my lack of luck
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| I don’t want to get «better»
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| Could you place your bets on someone else?
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| No, we’ll never be even
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| Cause my odds no me 2 well
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| Got the sad soul of a sinner. |
| The gold heart of a saint
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| I’m caught in the middle, where two sides of the same coin share a same fate
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| Like a promise made, to bend and mend, and bend again
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| Until I finally break
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| Bliss was telling me lies, so I never did a thing. |
| No, I never did
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| Faith was always at bay, but I never took a leap. |
| But I wish I did
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| Doubt figured out that keeping me down is a breeze now
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| So anyhow… I can’t say enough about my vengeful luck
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| I don’t want to get «better»
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| Could you place your bets on someone else?
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| No, we’ll never be even
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| Cause my odds no me 2 well
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| Got the sad soul of a sinner. |
| The gold heart of a saint
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| I’m caught in the middle, where two sides of the same coin share a same fate
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| Like a promise made, to bend and mend, and bend again
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| Until I finally break
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| Well, I found out it’s not working out for me
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| A battle lost is a battle won for someone, somewhere
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| We’re all waging wars, but I’m a raging storm inside
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| And I don’t know how much of me will make it out alive
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| I’ve got the sick, sad soul of a sinner
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| I’ve got this pure, gold heart of a saint
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| I’m caught here, in the middle, where two sides of the same share a same fate |