| You’ve got no reasons for the things you said
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| But you can’t keep your feelings to yourself
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| And I can’t find an answer to this emptiness
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| No I can’t find an answer
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| And I wish that I was dead
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| I never dreamt I’d hear your echo pounding in my head
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| And though the tears have dried
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| I’m ripped inside
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| I’ll say I’m feeling fine
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| But what’s the use
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| When nothing could be further from the truth
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| Oh where will I find comfort
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| Strength to live again
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| If there’s a God above then show me how the story ends
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| If there’s a God above then how could he desert a friend
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| Because I feel so tired
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| And ripped inside
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| And though the tears have dried
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| I’m ripped inside
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| You’ll ache for me when your hands are tied
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| You’ll wish you lived in another time
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| And if you’re thinking the pain subsides
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| There’s no place to hide
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| When you’re ripped inside
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| There is no meaning in the things you did
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| And you might still go round denying it
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| If you could live that hour again would you resist?
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| Or was I just another victim innocently picked?
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| Was I carefully selected or the next one on your list?
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| To be cut down to size
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| And ripped inside
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| I’ve got nowhere to hide
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| I’m ripped inside
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| I’ve got nowhere to hide
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| I’m ripped inside
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| And though the tears have dried
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| I’m ripped inside
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| I’ve got nowhere to hide |