| Underline the black around my eyes
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| In the dark with heavy chains over my heart
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| I just look, don’t feel like myself at all
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| And I’m just waiting for the axe to fall
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| And I’m just waiting for the axe to fall
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| I came back so late but it was light
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| And they looked me up and down like an alien arrived
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| I just walked on by with my old guitar
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| And they’re still waiting for their lives to start
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| And they’re still waiting for their lives to start
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| I’m not sorry, I don’t think of you that often
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| How can I explain, that feeling remains
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| When I looked at myself, I was somebody else
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| Mad visions and wild decisions were made
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| In the alleys that wind through the back of my mind
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| How can I forget, what reason is left
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| When I looked at myself, I was somebody else
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| Mad visions and wild decisions were made
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| In the alleys that wind through the back of my mind
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| Oh, with the black underlined, oh
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| Underline the black around my eyes
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| In the dark with heavy chains over my heart
|
| I just look, don’t feel like myself at all
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| And I’m just waiting for the axe to fall
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| And they’re still waiting for their lives to start
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| And they’re still waiting for their lives to start
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| I’m not sorry, I don’t think of you that often
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| How can I explain, that feeling remains
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| When I looked at myself, I was somebody else
|
| Mad visions and wild decisions were made
|
| In the alleys that wind through the back of my mind
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| How can I forget, what reason is left
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| When I looked at myself, I was somebody else
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| Mad visions and wild decisions were made
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| In the alleys that wind through the back of my mind
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| Oh, with the black underlined
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| Oh, the back of my mind
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| Oh, with the black underlined
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| Oh |