| Ran into water, right up to the neck
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| To keep the head up, drank it all down, swallowed it back
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| Don’t believe in fighting, or love made out of free will
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| There’s a higher law up there somewhere, that laughs at every kill
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| There’s no story to tell, my nose still bleeds
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| Nobody here can give me better hell
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| There’s no story to tell
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| No story to tell, see my nose still bleeds
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| Nobody here can give me better hell
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| Than you do, my dear
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| And hairs on my arm are rising
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| The truth waiting for the kill
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| The sensation of you being around
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| Did more than memories ever will
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| And tired of the longing
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| So tired of the night
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| I’m so tired of the listening
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| To all the well, well-meant advice
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| No story to tell, well, my nose still bleeds
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| Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell
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| No, there’s no story to tell, see my heart still bleeds
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| Nobody here can give me better hell
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| Than you do, my dear
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| I’ll be the old man in the corner, to help you out of bed
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| To feed you and to listen to the silence instead
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| I’ll be that wanted glass of water, when you’re thirsty once again
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| The only one still here that really gives a damn
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| When there’s no story to tell, well, my nose still bleeds
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| Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell
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| There’s no story to tell and my heart still bleeds
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| Nobody here can give me bigger damn
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| Than I do, my dear |