| Faith, please have a little in me
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| Hate, I know you hate it when I stray
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| But I tried everything, I drank the wine and stained the sheets
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| I’m clumsy when I speak
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| Call, you never call me anymore
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| We’re past the point of self-control
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| I’m giving back to you, things I thought were true
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| I know it’s really nothing new
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| God, where the hell are you hiding?
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| My hands are in the air and I’m excited
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| I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
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| It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
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| God, I could never be like you
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| I can’t change, I can’t change and I don’t want to
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| I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
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| It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
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| Fear, that’s what it was just to be clear
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| You went and made everything weird
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| But that’s another song, another night, a shot of rum
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| I guess what’s done is done
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| Right, I fall and stumble towards the light
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| I’ll miss the days and nights
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| We wrestled in my bedroom, my knees will give out soon
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| I know it’s really nothing new
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| God, where the hell are you hiding?
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| My hands are in the air, it’s so exciting
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| I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
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| It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
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| God, I could never be like you
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| I can’t change, I can’t change and I don’t want to
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| I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
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| It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
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| I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
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| God, I could never be like you
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| I can’t change, I can’t change and I don’t want to
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| I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
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| It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight |