| Forgive me for my last impression
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| Cause I lost my mind and i lack discretion
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| Cause the things i thought that i could change
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| Have now been fractured like the artificial sleep you need to keep me off your
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| mind
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| Toss and turning in your sleepless wasteland
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| I broke the bank and took a long shot
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| I’m just a runaway, a distant clear cut heart
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| I made my move, you played the safe bet
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| I’m just a runaway, I’m never looking back
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| Back off, this is my profession
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| The way back home is a good intention
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| It’s touch and go from here
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| I’ve been more charming than sincere
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| And I’m not completely clear and i can’t pretend to know the end
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| In a parable way, I’ll try to reach out and say
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| You were nothing more than killing the time
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| In a physical way, I’ll never be there to say
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| That I’m sorry for my terrible days |