| Open arms, filthy hands
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| I’ll try again, but I don’t understand
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| My chest is bare, no word of care
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| I’ll try again, but I can’t leave here
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| Oh, to lay bare to it all
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| And I can’t get out of sight — It always ends the same
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| We can’t get out of sight — only ourselves to blame
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| We should’ve gone somewhere else, to lay bare to it all
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| We should’ve gone somewhere else, to lay bare to it all
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| Hushed affairs, constant stares
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| A constant need to be aware
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| I’ll try again, another friend
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| Another means to an end
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| Oh, to lay bare to it all, oh, to lay bare to it all
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| To go somewhere else, to lay bare to it all
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| We should’ve gone somewhere else, to lay bare to it all
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| We should’ve gone somewhere else, to get out of sight
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| We should’ve gone somewhere else, to get out of sight
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| We can’t go anywhere else
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| We can’t go anywhere else
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| We can’t go anywhere else
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| Your hands are keeping me here
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| We can’t go anywhere else
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| Your hands are keeping me still
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| Lay low if you wanted to feel
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| Lay low if you wanted to, lay low if you
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| We can’t go, we can’t go anywhere else
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| To get out of sight, to get out of sight |