| Well, I’d forgotten how lonely being alone can be
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| And now I’m finding it out well, I’ve been hiding a
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| Memory that’s coming to get me coming back: and how
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| Because there’s only one hell you can put me through
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| You can’t hurt me more than you already do
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| Well, I’d forgotten the strength it takes to make
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| It through and boy, I got the joy of that now oh boy
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| I got the joy of that now
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| Well, I’d forgotten how lonely being alone
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| Can be, it never hit me before, well, I’ve been
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| Over the edge, and I’ve been out on the ledge
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| But you can always hurt a little more
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| Because there is only on hell you can put me through
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| You can’t hurt me more than you already do, I used to
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| Hate myself until I found you and boy, I got the joy of
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| That now oh boy! |
| I got the joy of that now
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| Set me free just how much blood do you need?
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| Set me free 'cos I remember the journey
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| I’d just forgotten how lonely
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| Well, I’d forgotten being alone can
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| Be and now I’m finding it out. |
| Though I was
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| Over the worst until the fantasy burst and
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| Now I’m picking myself off the ground
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| But there is only one hell you can put me through
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| It’s the same old place that I already knew
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| Well, I’d forgotten the true definition of blue
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| And boy, I got the joy of that now
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| Oh boy, I got the joy of that now
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| Oh boy, I got the joy of that now |