| And I want to wake up in your white, white sun
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| And I want to wake up in your world with no pain
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| But I’ll just suffer in a hope to die, someday
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| While you are numb, all of the way
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| When I hate it, I know I can feel
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| But when you love, you know it’s not real, no
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| When I hate it, I know I can feel
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| But when you love, you know it’s not real
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| And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
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| On its way to Hell
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| The living are dead and I hope to join them, too
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| I know what to do and I do it well
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| When I hate it, I know I can feel
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| But when you love, you know it’s not real, no
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| When I hate it, I know I can feel
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| But when you love, you know it’s not real
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| Shoot myself to love you
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| If I loved myself, I’d be shooting you
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| Shoot myself to love you
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| If I loved myself, I’d be shooting you
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| Shoot myself to love you
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| If I loved myself, I’d be shooting you
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| Shoot myself to love you
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| If I loved myself, I’d be shooting you |