| My mind’s not right
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| I’m not good tonight
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| I can’t speak of these things
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| Without my tongue getting dry
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| Without my eyes filling high
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| And the world seems to collide
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| (You know what you did
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| You’re not so innocent like you said!)
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| Misery, and it’s what you said to me
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| Every conversation we’ve had has been
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| Buried deep inside of me
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| What happened was not right
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| And I’m not good tonight
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| Misery, misery, misery, misery!
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| Red for War, red for vengeance
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| You’re so helpless when it comes to healing
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| I see the fire in your eyes
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| Nothing will heal you but just precious time
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| So take your precious mind off this
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| (‘Cause even if they paid)
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| Would you feel alive tonight?
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| (And if I took the whole world?)
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| Would it satisfy your soul? |
| (No!)
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| (If I made them reap what they sowed!?)
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| Would it be the answer you’re looking for?
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| I see the fire in your eyes
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| Nothing will heal you but just precious time
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| So take your precious mind off this
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| (‘Cause even if they paid)
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| Would you feel alive tonight?
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| (Fire, eye for eye)
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| I know you can’t see farther than your own pain
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| But just wait someday
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| Your hate is just in vain
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| So tell me why?
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| Do you feel alive inside? |
| (No!)
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| I see the fire in your eyes
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| Nothing will heal you but just precious time
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| So take your precious mind off this
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| (‘Cause even if they paid)
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| Would you feel alive tonight?
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| My mind’s not right
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| I’m not good tonight
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| (My mind’s not right
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| I’m not good tonight)
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| Misery, and it’s what you said to me
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| (Misery, and it’s what you said to me)
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| Misery, misery, misery, misery! |