| You don’t know what I’ve done
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| You don’t know what I’ve seen
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| You don’t know what it’s like
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| Living with the darkest part of me
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| You don’t know what I’ve been through
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| You don’t know who I am
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| You don’t know what it’s like
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| With nowhere to stand
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s okay
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s okay
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s okay
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| 'Cause I’m not okay
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| You’ve never been all alone
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| You don’t know how it feels
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| You don’t know what it’s like
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| To ask yourself, «Is any of this real?»
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s okay
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s okay
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s okay
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| 'Cause I’m not okay
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| That’s why I came for this
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| I gave my life for this
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| I spilled my blood for this
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| So I could tell you this
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| That’s why I came for this
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| I gave my life for this
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| I spilled my blood for this
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| So I could tell you this
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| So I can tell you it’s okay
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| So I can tell you it’s okay
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| So I can tell you it’s okay
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| To not be okay
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| I’m telling you that it’s okay
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| I’m telling you that it’s okay
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| I’m telling you that it’s okay
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| To not be okay
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| I’m telling you that it’s okay
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| That’s why I came for this
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| It’s okay
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| I gave my life for this
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| It’s okay
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| I spilled my blood for this
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| To not be okay
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| So I could tell you this
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| That it’s okay
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| That’s why I came for this
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| It’s okay
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| I gave my life for this
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| It’s okay
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| I spilled my blood for this
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| To not be okay
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| So I could tell you this
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| It’s okay
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| It’s okay |