| Here’s a long evasive story
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| Of failed hopes and glories
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| Old chandeliers and scratched out 45's
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| Some hands for my procession
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| And a couple drunk confessions
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| I’m soaked in rapture tonight
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| No lie, no lie, no lie…
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| Believe me when I say
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| That I’m trying hard today
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| But I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| Tell me it’s not true
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| I would never lie to you
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| I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| Maybe you will see it wasn’t meant to be
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| But it’s not me…
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| The sins of the faithful
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| The luxuries of regret
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| And its a faithless
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| To have no loss tragedies
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| An acted up rectification
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| With all the best intentions
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| Smite me for my inquietudes
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| No lie, no lie, no lie…
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| Can’t believe you say
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| That you’re better of this way
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| But I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| Tell me what you see when you still look at me
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| I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| I’m sorry when I say I’m still holding on today
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| And will you forgive me
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| When I found out I was stray
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| On the outskirts of the room
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| Doubled up on angel dust
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| There crying on my knees
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| For some god to come
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| And save this lifeless soul
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| And my ghost will wrap this words
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| As you cry yourself to sleep
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| I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| I never want to know what I’m capable of
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| I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| Tell me its not true, but I will not believe you
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| I’m not right, no, I’m not right
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| Maybe you will see that it wasn’t meant to be
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| But it’s not me… |