| It’s been years since you saw me
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| You’ve just been seein' my lesser half
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| Now I’m fadin' to grey
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| I’m fixin' my eyes on your photograph
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| So should we begin?
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| Or should we be friends?
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| I’ve got a lonely feelin'
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| I’m not on my own
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| I wanna disown
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| Everything I believe in
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| So won’t you be
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| My religion?
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| I’ve got blood on my hands
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| I need you to wash it away
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| It’s been too long without me
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| Givin' the gifts you deserve
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| 'Cause prophets did foresee
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| The strange way that all of this hurts
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| So should we pretend
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| That we could be friends?
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| I’ve got a lonely feelin'
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| I’m down on my luck
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| You covered it up
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| Everything I believe in
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| So won’t you be
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| My religion?
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| I’ve got blood on my hands
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| I need you to wash it away
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| So, won’t you be
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| My resurrection?
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| That’s my only demand
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| You could be my satisfaction
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| Now that I confessed again
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| Baby I won’t be afraid
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| And I won’t have all those thoughts again
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| Maybe time will heal my need
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| You might be (Be-eee, be my, be my)
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| You might be (Be-eee, be my, be my)
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| Listen, baby, you might be (Be)
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| You might be (Be my)
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| You might be my (Be my)
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| You might be (Be)
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| You might be, baby, be my (Be my)
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| Be my (Be my) |