| You only love me
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| In bits and pieces
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| I keep on workin'
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| You keep your secrets
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| That’s not an insult
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| That’s not a lie
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| That’s just a statement
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| Proven by time
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| Cause even when I have you
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| I don’t really have you
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| I am not your last dude
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| Where’d you get this attitude?
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| Talkin' 'bout you’re leavin'
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| Cause you don’t believe in
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| Me and all my reasons
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| Left me with these demons
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| And this little pen
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| And this nostalgic feeling
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| Only me alone
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| I’m faking all my smiles
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| And you’re just killing me with silence
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| And you’re just killing me with time
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| I don’t know where to put my sorry’s
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| You’re running laps around my mind
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| How could you leave me on this tightrope?
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| And I feel nothing when it storms
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| You know you’re killing me with silence
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| You hold your halo up with horns
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| You hold your halo up with horns
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| You know you’re clever, I’ll give you that
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| You gave me heaven and took it back
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| That’s not an insult
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| That’s just the case
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| You’ve had your pretty mask on
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| For so damn long
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| That everybody thinks it’s your face
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| But underneath your eyelids
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| I can hear the silence
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| Spreading like a virus
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| Why’d you wear disguises?
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| Why’d you have to cut me?
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| Then act like it’s nothing
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| This time I’m not bluffin'
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| How’d you know I’m bluffin'
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| Every single time
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| Wicked little mind
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| Gets inside of mine
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| And I can fake a smile
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| But you’re just killing me with silence
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| But you’re just killing me with time
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| I don’t know where to put my sorry’s
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| You’re running laps around my mind
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| How could you leave me on this tightrope?
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| And I feel nothing when it storms
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| You know you’re killing me with silence
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| You hold your halo up with horns
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| You hold your halo up with horns
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| Ho-o-o-rns
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| (You)
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| Ho-o-o-rns
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| (Oh Lord)
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| Ho-o-o-rns
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| (Whooo-oh-oh)
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| Ho-o-o-rns
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| You hold your halo up with horns
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| Ho-o-o-orns
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| Ho-o-o-rns
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| (Oh no, no, no)
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| Ho-o-o-orns
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| You hold your, you hold your, you hold your
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| Ho-o-o-orns
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| You hold your, you hold your, you hold your
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| Ho-o-o-orns
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| And you’re just killing me with silence |