| I don’t know what to do
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| And I can’t talk to you
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| I don’t know what you mean
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| When you say the pain you feel isn’t real
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| Am I freed?
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| Am I trying to break your will?
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| It’s the challenge of the century
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| Well I know you were meant for me
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| I let you go, but no one’s supposed to know
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| They found I moved right in
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| And I don’t approve of them
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| I don’t know what to do
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| And I cannot talk to you
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| And I don’t know what you mean
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| When you say the pain you feel isn’t real
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| Am I freed?
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| Am I trying to break your will?
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| It’s the challenge of the century
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| Well I know
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| And the night breaks into a thousand different pieces
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| And they all look like you in the eyes
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| That’s enough, twist the knife
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| And let me die |