| I spent a week in a house with stained floors and sheets
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| I’m pretty sure I wasn’t alone
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| The walls electric with the humming of ghosts
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| What can I say?
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| I’m addicted to this pain
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| I moved around near rivers
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| With bodies that were never found
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| I shouldn’t have stayed
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| But you relied on the money I paid
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| What can I say?
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| All that I want is for you to feel good
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| Rather suffer through it than to tell you the truth
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| I lost my mind more than a year ago
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| But you’ll never know, never know, never know
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| What can I say?
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| I wish everyone else acted this way
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| Don’t pitch a fit, my actions are always your benefit
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| I aim to please
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| Even when I’m crying behind the scenes
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| And I’m addicted to this pain
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| I’m addicted to this pain
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| I’m addicted to this pain
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| I’m addicted to this
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| All that I want is for you to feel good
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| Rather suffer through it than to tell you the truth
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| I lost my mind more than a year ago
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| But you’ll never know, never know, never know
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| But you’ll never know, never know, never know
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| But you’ll never know, never know, never know
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| But you’ll never know, never know, never know |