| You say it all with an ease
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| Like you don’t think it means nothing to me
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| Like I’m not a creature
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| Who dwells on the cuts
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| Who pulls them back open
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| Just to fill them all up
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| With concrete
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| Sink in slow
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| I’m drunk in Siena
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| Not that you’d ever know
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| The Cold War was just me
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| And the harsh light of day
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| Feels like its coming to take me again
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| All your words were too sweet
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| So the chess pieces fell at your feet
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| And I scraped all my skin on the rough bricks at home
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| To hide all the evidence, so they’d never know
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| What I was
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| What I knew
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| You were down in the dumps
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| Clutchin' footholds and lumps
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| The Cold War, sways in time
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| She builds and she falls, on the slay tiled holes again
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| I am filled with regret
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| Decisions I made that I didn’t even get
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| And you told me you loved me
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| We rehearsed all the way
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| Said I had two choices
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| You can kill me or stay
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| So I caved
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| Saved the day
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| Manipulated into someone
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| That I hate today
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| The Cold War
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| Was just me
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| Deployed until now that I’ve come to claim me again
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| Push up on me
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| Make me guilty
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| Make me feel like I pushed the knife
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| Thought I buried
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| Thought I covered
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| Now you’re on me like a bug on a light
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| Push up on me
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| Make me guilty
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| Make me feel like I pushed the knife
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| Thought I buried
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| Thought I covered
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| Now you’re on me like a bug on a light
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| And I’m watching from my satellites
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| And I can see you changing and you’re alright
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| You’re alright
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| Push up on me
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| Make me guilty
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| Make me feel like I pushed the knife
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| Thought I buried
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| Thought I covered
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| Now you’re on me like a bug on a light
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| And I’m watching from my satellites
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| And I can see you changing and you’re alright |