| My life has been a prison
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| Is my lover gone?
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| She left me last week
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| Without explanation
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| At night I fall asleep
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| On a pillow of tears
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| And when the sun rises
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| I hear the crack of my heart
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| I hear the crack of my heart
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| I hear the crack of my heart
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| I hear the crack of my heart
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| INSTRUMENTAL
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| My favorite illness
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| Is a generous laziness
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| That leaves me plenty of time
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| To talk with my sorrow
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| Do you know what she told me
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| As I started to dance
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| With a knife in my hand
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| And desire to kill her
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| She said don’t you think that
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| By killing nightmares
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| Today you’re killing also
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| Sweet dreams of tomorrow
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| She said don’t you think that
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| By killing nightmares
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| Today you’re killing also
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| Sweet dreams of tomorrow
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| She said don’t you think that
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| By killing nightmares
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| Today you’re killing also
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| Sweet dreams of tomorrow
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| She said don’t you think that
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| By killing nightmares
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| Today you’re killing also
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| Sweet dreams of tomorrow
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| She said
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| By killing nightmares
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| Today |