| Well I feel
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| That all this becomes this waste that we call life
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| And it’s real
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| Yet I hate all the things that I’ve become
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| Why the smiles become
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| A waste of time I get this empty feeling
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| That’s only becoming my friend
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| This is gone I’m home
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| As only you can see
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| I want to know why this happening to me
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| Still you try
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| But at times like this I can’t believe your lies
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| And I feel
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| That the same is happening to you so
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| Why the smiles become
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| A waste of time I get this empty feeling
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| That’s only becoming my friend
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| This is gone I’m home
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| As only you can see
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| I want to know why this happening to me
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| I fall asleep inside my head
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| Because frustrations all that’s left
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| I can’t afford to work this out
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| Because frustrations all I
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| Still we try
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| But at times like this they won’t believe our lies
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| And we know
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| Why all of this is happening so
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| Why the smiles become
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| A waste of time I get this empty feeling
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| That’s only becoming my friend
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| This is gone I’m home
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| As only you can see
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| I want to know why this happening to me
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| All myself and its still becoming
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| And it’s still becoming
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| And it’s still becoming
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| And it’s still becoming
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| And it’s still becoming |