| You’ve been set up one too many times
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| The perfect victim for the perfect crime
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| You left yourself wide open to the pain
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| So close your eyes now
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| You’re out walkin' in the rain
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| You’ve got a burning desire to be the victim
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| You’re bleeding from the soul
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| You’re hurting from the heart
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| Things you can’t be told are gonna tear you apart
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| Your choice of lovers, never very bright
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| Your father worried, but even he gave up the fight
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| You always think their hearts are made of gold
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| And you’re the savior, to coax the warmth out of the cold
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| You’ve got a burning desire to be the victim
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| You’re bleeding from the soul
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| You’re hurting from the heart
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| Things you can’t be told are gonna tear you apart
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| Cause you’re the victim
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| Break the pattern, you’ve gotta break away
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| Break the pattern before it gets too late
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| You’ve got a burning desire to be the victim
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| You’re bleeding from the soul
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| You’re hurting from the heart
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| Things you’re never told are gonna tear you apart
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| Cause you’re the victim |