| My mind is blurry yet defined
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| We lead each other in the blind
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| To walk, to run, to fake and hide
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| I said I know what it’s like
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| I could go but I won’t 'cause I lied
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| You’ve got your troubles I’ve got mine
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| Leave me alone and I’ll be fine
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| Hear the cold deceiving rant
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| I can quit anytime that I like
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| But I won’t 'cause I can’t
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| Blood on my hands, blood on my shoes
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| Blood on my lips when I kiss you
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| I don’t understand, why do I choose
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| To loose my grip
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| Break me
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| Break me
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| Break me
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| Break me
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| Words do miracles it seems
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| Well feed the hungry with your dreams
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| The cynics wash their hands and drown
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| In the self-satisfied
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| Wasted breath of a lie
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| That was true from one side
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| Up until the tables turn
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| And all we know and have to love comes crashing down
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| Blood on my hands, blood on my shoes
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| Blood on my lips when I kiss you
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| I don’t understand, why do I choose
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| To loose my grip
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| Break me
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| Break me
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| Break me
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| Break me |