So take a minute and ask yourself why
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every second you're after just seems to pass.
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Take a minute and ask why you ran away from it.
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And every moment, thereafter, is a relapse.
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From the memory before to the one that just passed.
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Take a minute and ask yourself why.
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It's easier to appease me when you are down on your knees,
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and you're begging for me.
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To take it easy on you, it's easier to
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leave you when you're down...
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These are just wasted intentions.
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They're mixed up and they're all pretentious.
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Yesterday seemed so long ago,
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and the best of me is almost too hard to find...
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These are just wasted intentions.
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They're mixed up and they're all pretentious.
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Why do you face this alone?
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So now you've watched the playback in your mind.
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Would you agree that you let it all slip past?
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I just had to ask why it got away from you.
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Does every regret burn from the inside?
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From the memory before to the one that just passed,
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watch it again and ask yourself why?
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It's easier to appease me when you are down on your knees and alone.
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These are just wasted intentions.
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They're mixed up and they're all pretentious.
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Yesterday seemed so long ago,
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and the best of me is almost too hard to find...
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These are just wasted intentions.
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They're mixed up and they're all pretentious.
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Why do you face this alone?
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These are just wasted intentions.
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They're mixed up and they're all pretentious.
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Yesterday seemed so long ago,
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and the best of me is almost too hard to find...
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These are just wasted intentions.
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They're mixed up and they're all pretentious.
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Why do you face this alone?
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The Concubine
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| The Black Maria |
