| Holding my head up dead on my feet
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| Watching the earth crumble piece by piece
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| Feeling the breeze wash across my face
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| Waiting for the crack in the wall to break
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| I want your stigma burnt on my skin
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| Please wont you be my evil twin
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| Pick up the pieces of what went wrong
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| Turn it around we’ve been away to long
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| Feeling the breeze wash across my face
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| The book of love has my embrace
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| Here you are knocking on my door
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| Come on in I want to know the score
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| All in all we’ve been moving to slow
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| the crack in the walls just about to blow
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| I want your stigma burnt on my skin
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| Please wont you be my evil twin
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| I need your stigma burnt on my skin
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| Please please be my evil twin
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| I’ve been walking the streets inside my head
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| Kicking up dust at things unsaid
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| Feeling the breeze wash across my face
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| Watching the tides turn and break
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| I want your stigma burnt on my skin
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| Please wont you be my evil twin. |