| Well, you just sit and wonder why
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| That every time you start to cry
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| The memories and pain come running home
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| Well, maybe you’ve got too much pride
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| I can see that you hurt inside
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| There’s no way that you can right your wrong
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| Well, your lonely hours are becoming whole days
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| The pressure’s clamping down
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| Someday soon it’s gonna drive you
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| Into the ground, yeah
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| Now deep inside your private dreams
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| You found that life’s not what it seems
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| Never let your thoughts rise to the top
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| And now I hope I’ve answered why
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| Next time that you sit and cry
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| 'Cause you want me back, can’t open up
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| Well, your axis of thoughts has started falling apart
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| Your comprehension drowns
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| You better run for your shell
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| Sack into the ground
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| Your glass stays half empty
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| But mine stays half full
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| The sheep will always be shorn
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| As the wolves move in for the kill, yeah
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| Into the ground
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| Into the ground
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| Into the ground, yeah
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| Into the ground, yeah
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| Alright! |