| I can only give you what I got
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| My battered, bruised and broken love
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| No apologies or regrets
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| My fingers aren’t crossed no more
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| Every time I fall into the world
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| I feel like a mask in the crowd
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| The smoke keeps curling down
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| And I don’t think my fingers work no more
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| I can only give you what I know
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| My bloody love, my highs and lows
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| How can I prove I’m not the world
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| If I don’t even know myself?
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| From left to right, the hero shot
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| The gun was hot; |
| the ice was melting
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| Back in the clouds and fight the sun, smirking
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| And I don’t even dance no more
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| I can only give you what I feel
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| My two-faced pride, my Achilles heel
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| Shadowboxing, watching the clock
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| Behind the curtain, picking up tricks
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| To entertain the angry mob
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| While in the bedroom I’m skimming the flood
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| Trying to sweat the drugs all out
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| And I don’t want to do it again
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| No more…
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| I can only give you what I got
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| My battered, bruised and foolish love
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| I don’t even know if it’s enough
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| But at least I’m not thinking too much
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| From right to left, the baddie shot
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| Back to light and sunk in sunrise
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| I feel the blood fill up my head, swimming
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| And I don’t want to do it alone…
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| I hope it’s enough
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| I give it to you anyway
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| If you want to stay
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| I hope it’s enough, but you give it away
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| Anyway, it makes me want to stay |