| I’m not sure I couldn’t tell
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| If I took it upright, if I took it well
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| Saw it coming from far away
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| This is happening
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| I did everything that you asked of me
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| Change some words around until finally
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| You were satisfied, you saw dollar signs
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| Earned your bragging rights
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| Behind my white knuckles, smiled my crooked teeth
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| Hold back that awful, rotting stink of what I like to say
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| When you ask me what I think
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| There’s a man behind the curtain now the magic is gone
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| Nothing much is showing except some blood on the walls
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| And when you’re good and broken, when the moment is right
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| You’ll show up with that smile
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| Strung-out and stuck between (you're the opposite of interesting)
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| Strung-out and stuck between (I'm the opposite of interesting)
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| Strung-out and stuck between (they haven’t taught us anything)
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| Stuck in between the past and what comes next
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| It’s getting harder, I can’t recall
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| What all this means to me through all
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| This night intrusion, in double speak
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| Tore the floor out from underneath
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| I did everything that you asked of me
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| Triple tied my tongue, and I went quietly
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| This is happening
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| This is happening
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| Oh my god, you said, I just wanna be gone, right now
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| Yet you’ll stay if you want
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| I don’t care what you say, Should I just get up and go
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| God, god, god, God damn
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| It slowly bleeds you dry
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| I couldn’t give a shit, I really couldn’t give a shit |