| Are you coming up to see me with a loaded gun to my head
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| Are you coming up to leave me alone, alone with my head
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| I could think of nicer ways to let me down
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| I could blink and you were gone without a sound
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| Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain
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| The same
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| Ooh
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| This critical devotion
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| Slow it down traces remain, of pain
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| You try to answer me with silence
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| Violence lies in your eyes
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| You try to tell me what i’m feeling
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| Your stealing the prime of my life
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| I could think of nicer ways to let me down
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| I could blink and you were gone without a sound
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| Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain
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| The same
|
| Ooh
|
| This critical devotion
|
| Slow it down traces remain
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| Of pain
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| No luxury
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| No love
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| No pride
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| Just canopies of pain inside
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| These enemies of love decide
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| From memories of pain i hide
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| Its going, going place and trace of laughter remain
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| The same
|
| Ooh
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| This critical devotion
|
| Slow it down traces remain
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| Of pain |