| First you say that you’re not wanted
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| cause when nothing hits and when no one is taking your control
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| And then you say that you’re in prison
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| and with every word and in every line
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| you lead yourself out loud
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| And I will claim you’re not forgiven
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| so you read your lines, you cut your heart
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| and so it starts again.
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| You’re bleeding on your own
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| Well the rain just starts to fall
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| when London calls you home — again
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| You’re bleeding on your own
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| Well the rain just starts to fall
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| when London calls you home
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| Soon those bitter eyes will fail you
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| and then nothing hurts and then no one cares
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| about your selfish smile
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| Now the taste of time will kill you
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| and on every hand and in every laugh
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| the clock is ticking down
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| And I will claim that you’re forgotten
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| so you read your lines, you cut your heart
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| and so it starts again.
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| You’re bleeding on your own
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| Well the rain just starts to fall
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| when London calls you home — again
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| You’re bleeding on your own
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| Well the rain just starts to fall
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| when London calls you home |