| Watching my cover
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| On my faintest bed
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| No one beside the bed
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| No one to make me scared
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| That’s just you in the mirror
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| That’s just you with the smoking gun
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| That’s just me on the floor
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| Paying for the things I’ve done
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| Go ahead, crucify the only innocent man
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| Go ahead and justify all the hate you have
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| All the hate you can’t throw on to another man
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| Even though it’s not fair
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| Why in the world do all the bravest men come so ill-prepared?
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| I get up, dust off the, the glass and the shattered bone
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| I find my happy place
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| No man, I don’t!
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| And I see that they don’t look much better than you or I
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| Throw me down the wishing well and you can hear, oh, the penny
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| All the Lincoln pennies crying
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| Take a good look and you will see something new outside your window
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| It’s not the thing that you wanted it to be, but that’s alright,
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| I bet you didn’t even know
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| Go ahead and take a look, it might be the last one you get
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| As for me I’m much too simple to take that, take that bet
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| Went down in a sleepy town, in the Florida sun
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| My father’s on his knees
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| And he’s praying to Christian
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| Lay down your arms
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| Open them up so wide and kiss all the baby boys and girls
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| And say goodnight
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| Go ahead, take a good look, it might be, oh, the last one you get
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| Cuz' everything’s so damn similar, ain’t nothing left in these heavens
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| Go ahead and say what you mean, cuz' I won’t be here tomorrow
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| Lost up in my own mind, I gotta laugh from the sorrow
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| He-he-he-he-ho |