| What’s passed these hands?
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| All these drugs and one night stands
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| So I tremble when I think of what she’d do
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| She’d say something like, «You're no good
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| You’re like the junkies in this neighborhood»
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| We all need a fix, I guess I need one too
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| But I’m trying madly to calm these nerves with something new
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| I got this heavy debt, I’ve got nothing left
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| But this daunting weight slung 'round my neck
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| You got the callous mouth, all your endless doubts
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| We spent this fifteen weeks, trying to work it out
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| Do you think we’re getting to something new?
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| Oh God, not another fight
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| I’m always trying to get the details right
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| I remember when you told me you felt saved
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| When you promised you’d lay flowers on my grave
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| Just like they used to do
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| Is it something new?
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| And now here I stand with these blood soaked hands
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| On this sleepless night, that never ends
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| And these songs I sing
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| With these hopes that I cling to
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| Desperately wondering
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| Are we finally getting to something new?
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| Is it something new?
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| Are we finally to something new? |