| Oh no, the innocence has died
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| We slip and fall into the bitter night
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| I wretch and let you slide from pride to envy
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| Why’d you have to throw another line?
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| Now I see you in every place I go
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| Oh, ain’t that matter
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| I’m trying to bottle it up
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| You know?
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| Do you sleep in the light of the day?
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| The things you lock up aren’t for you, babe
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| Are you happy I’m gone?
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| Do you pray to feel nothing at all?
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| Oh, I still feel you watch me from your walls
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| You’re not happy alone
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| So far you’ve hardly moved at all
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| I dip to dab and grab the bit of light
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| I spoke to God, he said he’s broken hearts in half before,
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| So spill a little blood to make it right
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| Oh, now I see you in every place I go
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| Oh, ain’t that matter
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| I’m trying to bottle it up
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| You know?
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| Do you sleep in the light of the day?
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| The things you lock up aren’t for you, babe
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| Are you happy I’m gone?
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| Do you pray to feel nothing at all?
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| Oh, I still feel you watch me from your walls
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| You’re not happy alone
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| Now every night I just think of you
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| Every time that I’m getting high
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| I don’t know how the story ends
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| All I know is I lost a friend
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| Do you sleep in the light of the day?
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| The things you lock up aren’t for you, babe
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| Are you happy I’m gone?
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| Do you pray to feel nothing at all?
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| Oh, I still feel you watch me from your walls
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| You’re not happy alone |