| Come one and all and see the broken man
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| Talking to himself
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| He sits and waits for something better
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| He’ll never find it here
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| The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek
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| He can’t even feel it
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| There it goes again
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| He’s listening to someone
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| He hears the bitter laughter
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| And all he wants to know is
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| Why does any of it matter?
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You’ve got to try
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| The inhale that makes the exhale
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| So much better
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| He wipes his hands on anything in reach
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| He never feels clean
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| He shakes at night because his nerve is gone
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| Every muscle hurts
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| Come one and all and see what happened
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| That broken man is me
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| There it goes again
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| I can hear it louder
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| It doesn’t feel good anymore
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| All I want to know is
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| Why does any of it matter?
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You’ve got to try
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| The inhale that makes the exhale
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| So much better
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| Now I know, I disappear
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| I can’t find my way from out of here
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| Everything is fading on me
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| Someone tell me
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| Someone tell me
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| Someone tell me
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| Why does any of it matter?
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You’ve got to try
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| The inhale that makes the exhale
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| So much better
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| Why does any of it matter?
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| You’ve got to try
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| The inhale that makes the exhale
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| So much better
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| Why?
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| Why
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| You’ve got to try?
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| Try? |