| It isn’t the way you’re cut-throat
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| It isn’t the thing that we became
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| I can’t break out from this screen
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| I haven’t reached the final plane
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| Give us the undiscovered
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| Give us the one we hardly can escape
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| I can’t remember
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| This is not what I meant to say
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| Not today
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| Lost in pain
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| What a shame
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| Honey, I’m a roller
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| Underneath the coals that hide me when it’s raining
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| How can you believe
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| That everyone you meet is just here to entertain you?
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| But honey, you’ve been at my throat about it
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| It isn’t a thing I gave up
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| It’s only the way I understood
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| Some higher form of burden
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| That keeps me alive, in line with you
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| Give us the undiscovered
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| Give me someone I hardly can replace
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| And I’m pretending
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| That everything is still the same
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| Just to blame
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| Lost in pain
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| What a shame
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| Honey, I’m a roller
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| Underneath the coals that hide me when it’s raining
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| How can you believe
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| That everyone you meet is just here to entertain you?
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| But honey, you’ve been at my throat about it
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| Please, you’ve got me hiding out
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| Please, you’ve got me hiding out
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| But I can’t quite seem to make a noise about it
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| Please, you’ve got me hiding out |