| I’ve seen my eyes wrapped up in gold
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| I’ve watched my eyes grow so damn old
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| I’ve felt my eyes turn wrong side out just to see
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| Just to see what’s right
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| All I need is a voice to say you will, say you will
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| All I needed was something real, something real
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| 37 stitches and I’m still doing fine, I’m doing fine
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| This life has wrapped my halo around my throat
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| With broken wings I’m still my own
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| There’s more than just myself that feels like I do, like I do
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| My isolation leads to
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| Your irritation leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| Manipulation leads to
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| My frustration leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| Left wide open through life’s love hate games
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| Understanding me is accepting the pain
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| This sick soul will eventually turn oh so cold, turn so cold
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| Reborn once in a while
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| Reborn but I kept my style
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| Reborn still and I feel so unreal, I am unreal
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| My isolation leads to
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| Your irritation leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| Manipulation leads to
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| My frustration leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| I’ve screamed (screamed)
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| Too many times, too many times
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| Who I am
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| Manipulation leads to
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| My frustration leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| I’ve felt as stuck as a concrete slave (concrete slave)
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| And it felt like it cost me everything (everything)
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| Living alcohol blind my end game (end my game)
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| No one knows but it feels the same
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| Can I redefine me
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| Will you finally heal me
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| Can I push my obsessions to the outside
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| Had enough help from two cent friends
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| I’m the one that lets the sin begin
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| I’m my pride, my shame, all wrapped-up clean
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| Deep inside
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| My isolation leads to
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| Your irritation leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| Manipulation leads to
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| My frustration leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning
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| I’ve screamed (screamed)
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| Too many times, too many times
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| Who I am
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| Manipulation leads to
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| My frustration leads to
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| Our confrontation but the world keeps spinning |