| Early morning rain crashing upon
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| My rooftop and my brain,
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| Woke up in my clothes
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| Feeling like I’m insane,
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| The hours pass like days
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| Like days
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| And now you’re on the firing squad
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| I throw my hands up, I surrender
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| I don’t want to be a fraud
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| I don’t want to be the pretender
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| And I was like a lightening rod
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| I was always your defender
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| We were both right and wrong
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| I throw my hands up, I surrender
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| I see your eyes, hear your voice
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| Outside my window
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| Calling for me in a time of trouble,
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| And you know I’d be there
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| Yes you know I’d be there
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| And now you’re on the firing squad
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| I throw my hands up, I surrender
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| I don’t want to be a fraud
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| I don’t want to be the pretender
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| And I was like a lightening rod
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| I was always your defender
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| We were both right and wrong
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| I throw my hands up, I surrender
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| And I stand,
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| And I watch
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| As the streetcar’s rolling,
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| As the wind is blowing,
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| And there’s no way of knowing now
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| And now you’re on the firing squad
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| I throw my hands up, I surrender
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| I don’t want to be a fraud
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| I don’t want to be the pretender
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| And I was like a lightening rod
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| I was always your defender
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| We were both right and wrong
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| I throw my hands up, I surrender |