| It’s the same old story
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| I’ve seen it all too many times
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| It’s the fall from glory
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| That makes you feel
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| Place your needle to the record, stab it down
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| It feels good to be the one to break the skin
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| So run with me now, look at me now
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| You’re face down, tell yourself you’re happy once again
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| Right now you need this more than anything
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| But it’s never enough, it’s never enough for you
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| And it’s the same old story
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| I’ve seen it all too many times
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| It’s the fall from glory
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| That makes you feel alive
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| And you know the hardest truth can flow like water now
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| Break down, the moment that it touches your mouth
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| So place your lips against the bottle, take it down
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| It feels good to lose control of everything
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| «But I wasn’t myself, I wasn’t myself», she said
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| And it’s the same old story
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| I’ve seen it all too many times
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| It’s the fall from glory
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| That makes you feel alive
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| And it’s the same old story
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| I’ve seen it all too many times
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| But it’s not what you wanted
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| Can anyone feel? |
| Can anyone see?
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| Can anyone taste the poison
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| That we need, that we need?
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| So place your needle to the record, stab it down
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| It feels good to be the one to break the skin
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| Now you’re face down, well this is what you wanted
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| This is what you wanted, this is what you wanted
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| And I know, but we’ve lost control
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| Here we go
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| Can anyone feel? |
| Can anyone see?
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| Can anyone taste the poison that we need?
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| Can anyone feel? |
| Can anyone see?
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| Can anyone taste the poison that we need
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| That we need, that we need, that we need? |