| The city is big hostile and so cold
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| When morning frost creeps under your cloth.
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| It creeps slowly, It wont stop.
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| Making you think and see clear.
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| Making you feel so got damn alone.
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| I’m coming home. |
| Now I see clear.
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| Hi I’m not your silly boy, Hi I’m not your funny toy
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| Anymore. |
| I’ve read you well — I dont care
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| Anymore. |
| I’ve read you well
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| I wasted time In this place
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| The fake canvas I’ve never really liked.
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| The truth is too vile but it’s better than those lies.
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| You did this… No I don’t feel anything
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| Hi I’m not your silly boy, Hi I’m not your funny toy
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| Anymore. |
| I’ve read you well — I dont care
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| Anymore. |
| I’ve read you well
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| I wasted time In this place
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| And all the gentle words I’ve said I take them back.
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| I wasted time In this place
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| Finding things that she left
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| Waking up alone cold room full of her fume
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| I’m tearing up the web you’ve spun — yes I’m fine.
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| Make years disappear your voice disappear
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| Make years disappear your fume disappear
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| Hi I’m not your silly boy, Hi I’m not your fucking toy
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| Anymore. |
| I’ve read you well — I dont care
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| Anymore. |
| I’ve read you well
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| I wasted time In this place
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| And all the gentle words I’ve said I take them back.
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| I wasted youth In this place. |