| I made my bed and tried to sleep
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| And still my eyes are opened wide
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| Inside my head can’t find my peace
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| And all this hurt I just can’t hide
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| Maybe I’m a victim of my own defenses
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| And maybe I don’t care about the consequences
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| I’m on fire, baby
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| But so temperamental
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| I burn it all down
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| Burn it all down
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| This violent heart inside of me
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| It twists and turns and takes me low
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| I played my part so silently
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| And now I find I lost control
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| Cause I should’ve known
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| That telling you the truth would be forbidden
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| And I was a fool to ever think
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| That all would be forgiven
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| And if I could have a better day
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| Well, I’d just inhale, I’m living
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| But oh, no, it’s not enough for you
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| So you can run and paint this town
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| With the color of your lies
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| And I’ll keep sharpening myself
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| Bleed you slow until you die
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| Oh, why do we lie to ourselves
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| Saying it’s all in the name of love
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| When my indifference knows no bounds
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| And I have had enough
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| Maybe I’m a victim of my own defenses
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| And maybe I don’t care about the consequences
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| Maybe I’m a victim of my own defenses
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| And maybe I don’t care about the consequences
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| I’m on fire, baby
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| But so temperamental
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| I burn it all down
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| I burn it all down
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| I burn it all down, yeah
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| I burn it all down
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| I burn it all down
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| Burn it all down |