| The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won’t go away
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| And I can’t get along until it hits the ground, screaming like an old familiar
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| sound
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| They reach a town deep out in the desert where they sleeping now
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| Putting out a fire that is deep inside the distant little ruins of this town
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| Is it often that you want to hate yourself?
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| Is it often that you want to save yourself?
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| Ride out 'till it’s dawn, she kept on making money
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| I couldn’t help myself
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| One of those stolen days with all the stakes that are getting missed
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| One of those much bitter games that you play
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| The sense of doubt somewhere in the making of to shout
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| Rattle in the cage like I was caught while being just an owner in this town
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| She’s on the stair, creeping up a little bit each time he cares
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| Keeping it alone until it comes my way, it makes me feel a little strange
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| Is it often that you want to hate yourself?
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| And is it often that you want to save somebody else?
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| Ah
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| Approach it right, it’s just about as useful as you said it might being in
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| disposable
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| It still would fight, it just can’t get a bone
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| The fear the hate is cutting me a whole and it won’t go away
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| And I can’t get along until it hits the ground, screaming like an old familiar
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| sound
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| Ride out 'till it’s dawn, you better leave that town alone
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| I couldn’t help myself
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| Ride out 'till it’s dawn, does it feel like this is old
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| I couldn’t help myself, no
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| (She said) I couldn’t help myself
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| Oh, I know
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| Couldn’t help, I couldn’t help |