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Was that somebody screaming...
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It wasn't me for sure
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Not Synced
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
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Not Synced
Put my feet on the floor
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Cut my wrist on a bad thought
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Not Synced
And head for the door
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Not Synced
Outside on the pavement
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The dark makes no noise
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Not Synced
I can feel the sweat on my lips
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Not Synced
Leaking into my mouth
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Not Synced
I'm heading out for the steep hills
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Not Synced
They're leaving me no choice
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And see... as our lives are in the making
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Not Synced
We believe through the lies and the hating
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Not Synced
That love goes free
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Not Synced
For want of an option
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I run the wind 'round
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I dream pictures of houses burning
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Never knowing nothing else to do
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With death comes the morning
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Unannounced and new
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Was it too much to ask for
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To pull a little weight...
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They forgive anything but greatness
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These are scoundrel days
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And I'm close to calling out their names
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As pride hits my face
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See... as our lives are in the making
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Not Synced
We believe through their lies and the hating
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Not Synced
That love goes free through
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Not Synced
Scoundrel days
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Not Synced
I reach the edge of town
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I've got blood in my hair
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Their hands touch my body
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From everywhere
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But I know that I've made it
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As I run into the air
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Not Synced
And see... as our lives are in the making
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Not Synced
We believe through the lies and the hating
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Not Synced
That love goes free
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Not Synced
Through scoundrel days
