| The heart is somewhere else now
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| Far from where you put it
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| Far from where I was hoping and often
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| If I only try, I only feel bad, bad, bad
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| On the border between terror and another rare, rare, rare mistake
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| That the more it hurts me to death, the less I learn
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| I no longer want to tell you that
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| You are my second skin
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| You won't understand anyway
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| And I'm tired but I don't regret it
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| You were a photograph of the photograph
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| Of everything I would like
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| You are second skin
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| And you always will be
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| You are second skin
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| And you always will be
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| And every wound you have is a pain to me
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| And every slap you take I take for you too
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| With my heart I'm somewhere else now
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| Far away but I didn't allow myself
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| Far from touching you now
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| Away and I will stay away and still bad, bad, bad
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| I betrayed you and I'm the one hurt
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| War, war, war
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| I hurt you but there is my blood on the ground
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| I no longer want to tell you that
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| You are my second skin
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| You won't understand anyway
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| I'm tired but I don't regret it
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| You were a photograph of the photograph
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| Of everything I would like
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| You are second skin
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| And you always will be
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| You are second skin
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| And you always will be
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| And every wound you have is a pain to me
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| And every slap you take, I take it for you too
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| Free me, free me from the soul
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| Free me, free me from the soul
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| Free me, free me from you
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| Free me, free me from the soul
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| Free me, free me from the soul
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| Free me, free me from you
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| You are second skin
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| And you always will be
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| You are second skin
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| And you always will be
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| And every wound you have is a pain to me
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| And every slap you take I take for you too |