| My blood has dried
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| These scars I wear for life
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| I sold a lie
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| Broke down inside
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| You were lost for words when you fell down to earth
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| At least you tried for what it’s worth
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| With enemies like that
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| Who needs friends
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| Running all the way back
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| To start again
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| We ran out of loving
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| In a sense
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| The morning I caught fire
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| So turn on the 8-track play it round again
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| Take another ride and remember when
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| There was no wrong or right, just a feeling in the night
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| Holes in your alibi
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| Called you out every time
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| You tried to choke that guilty river
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| But it’s dragging you down
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| One wrong step and you’ll drown
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| With enemies like that
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| Who needs friends
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| Running all the way back
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| To start again
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| We ran out of loving
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| In a sense
|
| The morning I caught fire
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| So turn on the 8-track play it round again
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| Take another ride and remember when
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| There was no wrong or right, just a feeling in the night
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| You found your heart but lost your voice
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| You fell down in the gutter boy
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| You don’t need to fight this anymore
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| So run outside into the storm
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| With enemies like that
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| Who needs friends
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| Running all the way back
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| To start again
|
| We ran out of loving
|
| In a sense
|
| The morning I caught fire
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| So turn on the 8-track play it round again
|
| Take another ride and remember when
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| There was no wrong or right, just a feeling in the night
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| With enemies like that
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| Who needs friends
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| Ran out of love and innocence
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| Nothing felt so right
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| As that feeling in the night
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| Nothing felt so right
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| As that feeling in the night |