| i guess i’m just a square trying to fit in all the wrong circles
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| it’s hard to see your dreams when your eyes are black and purple
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| getting broken by the beat down in each and every small town
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| some call it love, i call it a heart-attack with a new sound
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| population: you and me. |
| tonight we’re speaking gospel to a handful
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| turn up the lights so we can see 'em, put our problems on the anvil
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| this place in an ashtray and you’re anything but
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| the used up end of a cigaret where the nicotine cuts
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| so, filter this second-hand smoke and mirrors routine
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| we can all be friends, i promise it won’t hurt to bled
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| all i have are these deaf, dumb, blind scribblings
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| every single word, mile, and prayer for the regard
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| is retarded and never heard
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| this all i have, it’s all i know, it’s not a lot
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| all i have are words. |
| here, this is all i got
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| and i said «hey, i’m sorry. |
| i’ve been away for such a long time
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| but i’m here now and you’re here now. |
| can that be enough? |
| or do i need to try
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| please, i promise to always think of you and give you my life
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| but we’re together now and it’s better now. |
| i’ve got to go, so please don’t cry.
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| i hit the pavement again, but all my knuckles are broken
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| and there’s no use saving 'em cause all i’m doing is choking
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| it’s a hundred more miles on this long-way road
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| i’m trying and another hundred dies in a row, i’m diving in that glass of water so i can feel, maybe something to fill the soul.
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| we’re all thirsty, i know
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| i won’t be your clown tonight. |
| sorry, all i got no tricks
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| but i’m willing to take a look at what you need fixed
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| that’s all i have to offer, i’m the cheap version of what you need
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| i’m a liar, a cheat, and a steal. |
| it’s all for me this is my deepest secret, please tell everyone you meet
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| this is all i have, i have nothing but attention when i scream |