| Maybe I’ve been hurt
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| Maybe I’ve been saved for something worse
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| Can’t say
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| If you asked me now
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| What’s in a crowd?
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| There’s thousands of faces
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| With thousands of ways to be hurt for free
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| But this I know I always make the friends that never stay
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| I always make the friends that never stay
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| Feelings can’t be felt
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| I couldn’t let the ground beneath me melt
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| Not me
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| They spread things about
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| They twist things around
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| The mask is a screen till the whispers are so loud they hurt
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| I tried to stay
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| That someone could of made up something so cruel
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| That someone could of poisoned that last mouthful of you
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| That someone could of played with something untrue
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| That took such delight in the last breath of you
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| Couldn’t bear to stay
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| Couldn’t tear away
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| Is that emotional
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| Or reproachable
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| But this I know
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| I always make amends when it’s too late
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| I always make amends when it’s too late
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| Was there something I could of said
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| Something I did
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| Someone I could of called
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| Something I read
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| They spread things about
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| They twist things around
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| The mask is a screen till the whispers are so loud they hurt
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| I tried to stay
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| That someone could of made up something so cruel
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| That someone could of poisoned that last mouthful of you
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| That someone could of played with something untrue
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| That took such delight in the last breath of you |