| Feeling lost. |
| I refused
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| Nothing changes, but i’m trying
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| They will not wait for me
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| But i know what they’re hiding
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| It can’t be fixed (it can’t be fixed)
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| With stupid jokes
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| From flesh to dust, from found to lost
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| We are alone
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| But no one knows
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| What was composed for both of us
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| Who cares when all the world is falling in distrust
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| Everything can be gone
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| Everyone can be right
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| When he looks thought the gun
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| When he looks thought the gunsight
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| Gunsight, gunsight, gunsight.
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| And every morning, every day i try to make it go away
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| But sorry it’s too late, im sorry it’s too late
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| And every morning, every day i try to make it
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| Try to make it, try to make it, try to make it
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| I dont know how to play this game one more day
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| Inside my cage again
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| In search of truth, among my blames
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| I feel it never end
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| So tell me your secrets, answer my questions
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| I am begging you. |
| i am begging you
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| Feeling lost. |
| I refused
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| Nothing changes, but i’m trying
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| They will not wait for me
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| But i know what they’re hiding
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| What?
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| Signs on the walls. |
| Yeah!but wait
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| Just a couple of minutes
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| And it’s over believe me
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| Burn myself for nothing
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| It’s what i do for you
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| It’s what i do for you
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| And every morning, every day i try to make it go away
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| And every morning, every day i try to make it
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| And every morning, every day i try to make it go away
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| But sorry it’s too late, im sorry it’s too late
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| And every morning, every day i try to make it
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| Try to make it, try to make it, try to make it |