No one knows what it's like
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To be the bad man, to be the sad man
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Behind blue eyes
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No one knows what it's like
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To be hated, to be fated
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To telling only lies
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But my dreams, they aren't as empty
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As my conscience seems to be
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I have hours, only lonely
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My love is vengeance that's never free
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No one knows what it's like
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To feel these feelings like I do
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And I blame you
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No one bites back as hard
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On their anger, none of my pain and woe
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Can show through
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But my dreams, they aren't as empty
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As my conscience seems to be
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I have hours, only lonely
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My love is vengeance that's never free
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When my fist clenches, crack it open
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Before I use it and lose my cool
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When I smile, tell me some bad news
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Before I laugh and act like a fool
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And if I swallow anything evil
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Put your finger down my throat
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And if I shiver, please give me a blanket
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Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
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No one knows what it's like
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To be the bad man, to be the sad man
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Behind blue eyes |