| You can pray
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| I think I’m falling apart
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| It seems I’m losing my way
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| At a seam with no start
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| I feel I’m falling apart at a seam with no start
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| And hopes fading away
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| Won’t be the last time
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| You say…
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| The last time
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| Well, you say…
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| The last time
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| That I breathe lies, I spit fire and ice
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| To make up for the words I won’t say
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| I won’t say
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| Run out of life…
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| You know I owe
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| I owe you more than some water, a touch
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| Or a sequence of lust, babe
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| I owe a place to call home
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| Cut and tie
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| I think I’ve lost some life
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| I know I’ve fallen short
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| On a couch with some whore
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| I think I’ve let you down
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| Let that flag hit the ground…
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| Well, should we burn it now?!
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| Just pray
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| You should pray
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| You should pray
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| You should pray
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| Don’t think it matters a bit who’s bed
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| You were staining when I was away
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| I’m tired
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| I think I’m sleeping
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| Retired
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| It’s not worth keeping
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| Yeah…
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| Run out of life…
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| You know I owe
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| I owe you more than some water, a touch
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| Or a sequence of lust, babe
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| I owe a place to call home
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| Cut and tie
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| I think I’ve lost some life
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| I know I’ve fallen short
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| On a couch with some whore
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| I think I’ve let you down
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| Let that flag hit the ground…
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| Well, should we burn it now?!
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| Sleep silently
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| Dream about nothing
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| Run out of life…
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| You know I owe
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| I owe you more than some water, a touch
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| Or a sequence of lust, babe
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| I owe a place to call home
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| Cut and tie
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| I think I’ve lost some life
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| I know I’ve fallen short
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| On a couch with some whore
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| I think I’ve let you down
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| Let that flag hit the ground…
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| Well, should we burn it now?!
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| You should pray, you should pray |