| Another day questioning all of the grey
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| And on no sleep I question everything
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| I lie awake in hopes you’ll stay
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| But I can’t stay, no I can’t stay
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| I lie awake, and if this postcard means nothing
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| Where’s my fucking piece of mind?
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| So dear you, this is the hell I’ve been through
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| Dear you (dear you) dear you
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| Does suicide mean you’ll feel okay?
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| Reconnect this, is it pointless?
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| I was never one to say, «fuck a cold apology.»
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| Knowing better is not for me
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| When all else fails why stop?
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| I lie awake in hopes you’ll stay
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| But I can’t stay, no I can’t stay
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| I lie awake, and if this postcard means nothing
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| Where’s my fucking piece of mind?
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| So dear you, this is the hell I’ve been through
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| Dear you (dear you) dear you
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| So dear you, this is the hell I’ve been through
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| Dear you (dear you) dear you (dear you)
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| Dear you (dear you) dear you (dear you)
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| Fuck
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| You never asked for me to change and all this time you were just lying down,
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| lying down
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| You never asked for me to change and all this time you were just lying down,
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| lying down
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| You never asked for me to change and all this time you were just lying down,
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| lying down
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| You never asked for me to change and all this time you were just lying down,
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| lying down |