| Every night, all night, I sleep on the floor
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| Wrestling with myself, tortured
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| Must have missed something while looking for more
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| Crushed by the one who I ignored
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| From your lips, I heard a melody like this, ooh
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| You sang goodbye like the blues
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| Now it’s stuck in my head, ooh
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| Without you, I get lost in the bad, ooh
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| My mind went running after you
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| Now it’s lost in my head too
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| A flood french blood flowed through my veins
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| Cool to the touch, good for my brain
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| But drug only numbed part of my pain
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| Confusion and paranoia remain
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| And I wish I could add it
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| The things I said to you
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| You know I regret it
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| The shit I put you through
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| And I write his letter from here in exile
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| And it’s a message from the margins
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| Can you hear my tearful plea
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| If there’s any art of me inside of you
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| Can you have mercy on me
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| Have mercy on me
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| (Chorus in the background)
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| Message from the margins
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| Can you hear my tearful plea
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| If there’s any part of me inside of you
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| Can you have mercy on me
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| Have mercy on me
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| Have mercy on |