| Here we are once again
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| An injection in your craving vains
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| Your fallen reign
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| Eyes wide shut
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| Hold your breath
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| No one ever will confess to me
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| If I’m guilty
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| And the regret is killing me
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| It pretty much ruins my dreams
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| I bear your cross, you feel no sin
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| Should I
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| Hold on
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| Let go
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| Every time that I fall and you reach out your hand
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| Burning
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| Frozen
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| Still my mind is the one who is holding the chain
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| But I can see no sense in this
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| Only heartache
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| Only suffer
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| I am caught in
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| Your personal hell
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| Twist the knife
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| Go ahead
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| Why won’t you just get it over with
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| Cause we don’t live
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| As we rust like a nail
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| My body feels such blows like it was me
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| Who rots in peace
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| And the regret is killing me
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| It pretty much ruins my dreams
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| I bear your cross, you feel no sin
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| Should I
|
| Hold on
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| Let go
|
| Every time that I fall and you reach out your hand
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| Burning
|
| Frozen
|
| Still my mind is the one who is holding the chain
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| But I can see no sense in this
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| Only heartache
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| Only suffer
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| I am caught in
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| Your personal hell
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| Downward spiral
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| Drags me deep, it won’t let go
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| Won’t let me go
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| Innocence lost
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| Only one way this could go
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| Hold on
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| Let go
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| Every time that I fall and you reach out your hand
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| Burning
|
| Frozen
|
| Still my mind is the one who is holding the chain
|
| But I can see no sense in this
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| Only heartache
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| Only suffer
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| I am caught in
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| Your personal hell
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| Oh, don’t wanna be in your personal hell
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| Oh no!
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| No, I don’t wanna be in your personal hell
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| Oh no! |