| I’ve been paid to be victimized
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| I’ve been posed by a threat of my
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| By threat of my, my sobriety
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| Seraphim, may you open up your arms
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| 'Cause I can’t resist, 'cause I can’t resist
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| Cause I can’t resist the thought of being remembered
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| Spilled all my guts just to measure the weather
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| Year after year, come try to bring me down
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| My mind in a million pieces
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| Still got more than a million reasons
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| To play nice with the heat of the ember
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| Please, play nice with the heat of the ember
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| Catacombs are my only vice
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| Scattered bones keep my head on right
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| Sorry eyes and a candy crooked smile
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| Seem to hide what I got left of my pride, my pride, oh
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| Spilled all my guts just to measure the weather
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| Year after year, come try to bring me down
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| My mind in a million pieces
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| Still got more than a million reasons
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| To play nice with the heat of the ember
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| Please, play nice with the heat of the ember
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| Don’t come around or you’ll drown, or you’ll drown
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| Don’t come around or you’ll drown, or you’ll drown
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| Don’t come around or you’ll drown, or you’ll drown
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| My mind in a million pieces
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| Gives a million reasons, oh
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| My mind in a million pieces
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| My mind gives a million reasons, oh |