| So scream you
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| Out from behind the bitter ache
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| You’re hangin' on the memory
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| You need most
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| You still want love
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| Love’s ugly, smooth and delicate
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| But not without affection
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| No not alone
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| And instead of wishin' that it would get better
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| Man, you’re seein' that you just get angrier
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| And it’s good that I’m not angry
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| Well, I need to get over
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| Well I… I’m not angry
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| Anymore
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| Cry when you cry, run when you run
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| Love when you love
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| Well now, represent the ashes
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| That you leave behind
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| So instead of wishin' that the road had shoulder
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| Man you’re seein' that you’re sinkin' over time and you’re blind
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| And it’s good that I’m not angry
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| Well, I need to get over
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| Well, I… I’m not angry
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| Oh, well, it’s draggin' me under
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| Well, I… I’m not angry
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| Anyway, yeah
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| I’m not angry and it’s never been enough
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| It gets inside and it tears you up
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| I’m not angry and I’ve never been above it
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| You see through me, don’t you?
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| And it’s good that I’m not angry
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| Well, I need to get over
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| Well, I… I’m not angry
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| Oh, well, it’s draggin' me under
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| Well, I… I’m not angry
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| Well, it’s good that I’m not angry
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| Oh, anymore |