| I always heard rumors about «behind the scenes»
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| I found out that they’re true, though vicious and obscene
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| I’m giving out false handshakes until my wrists break
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| Each interaction lacks any bit of passion what a shame
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| I’ve been deceived by the ones that I held in such high acclaim
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| «It is what it is» I’m told
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| It’s par for the course to fit their mold
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| Blend in, blend in to the mess it’s better to fit in
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| They scream give in, give in, give up what’s left of your innocence
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| Ring me out to dry
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| Nothing left inside cause my passion left me half alive
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| Have I lost the fight?
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| Was it meant to be or should I let this die
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| I’m barely hanging on
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| With every twist this rings me out to dry
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| Should I let this die?
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| I’m lost again
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| Should I blame my self?
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| What once was mine belongs to someone else
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| It’s fine, it’s fine
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| I think Ill be alright
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| Just ring me out to dry till there’s nothing inside
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| I’ve lost all that I have left to lose to you
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| My passions now past tense, but I just can’t move past it
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| Ring me out to dry
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| Nothing left inside cause my passion left me half alive
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| Have I lost the fight?
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| Was it meant to be or should I let this die
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| I’m barely hanging on
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| With every twist this rings me out to dry
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| Should I let this die?
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| Took it in my own hands made this a mission
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| Warned before, but didn’t listen
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| A weak attempt a failed transmission
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| Should it die or should I finish?
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| Ring me out to dry
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| Nothing left inside cause my passion left me half alive
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| Have I lost the fight?
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| Was it meant to be or should I let this die
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| I’m barely hanging on
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| With every twist this rings me out to dry
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| Should I let this die? |