| I tried to sell my soul a million times
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| But never got an offer
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| No never heard a word returned out of the dark
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| Where I would throw my voice
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| Maybe I just haven’t got the goods
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| Or maybe I’ve forgotten the way to find that piece of me that’s buried down
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| below
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| But I hope that we can find it
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| Yeah hope that we can find it
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| Yeah hope that I can get back to the way I was
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| Back before we knew what I’d become
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| I know everything is a mess
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| But with a steady hand I can fix myself
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| I’m on the mend
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| I tried to give you all I had to give
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| But you just wouldn’t take it
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| No you wouldn’t hear the words I cried out in the dark
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| 'Cause you had turned away
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| So maybe I still haven’t got the goods
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| Or maybe you’ve forgotten
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| The way to see the piece of me that’s buried down below
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| But I hope that you can find it
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| Yeah I hope that we can find it
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| Yeah I hope that we can find it
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| I hope that I can get back to the way I was
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| Back before we knew what I’d become
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| (But I hope that you can find it)
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| Get back to the way I was
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| Back before we knew what I’d become |