| Don’t come to me with your problems, I don’t need them
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| Your conscience is a weight that I won’t hold
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| You’d rather be the only one who pretends
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| Is it 'cause you’ve been bought and sold so young?
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| Don’t ask me questions, 'cause I don’t got the answers
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| If you only knew what time will tell
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| It’s all a test and lessons that you can’t learn
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| You’ll know when you spend your time in hell
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| So, as your blood’s running thin, your time’s running out
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| No one will be listening, not even when you shout
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| When your angels turn to devils, you’ll finally figure out
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| That no one will be with you in the end
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| A hypocrite, you’re just a contradiction
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| Wrapped up in your lies, who knows what’s real?
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| Well, this is it, your lonely life of fiction
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| Do you even know how to feel?
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| So, as your blood’s running thin, your time’s running out
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| No one will be listening, not even when you shout
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| When your angels turn to devils, you’ll finally figure out
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| That no one will be with you in the end
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| So, as your blood’s running thin, your time’s running out
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| No one will be listening, not even when you shout
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| When your angels turn to devils, you’ll finally figure out
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| That no one will be with you in the end, the end, the end, the end |