So call me the bitter man cos I do no longer care.
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Tear off my skin, look deep in my soul
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and I'll show the scars I wear.
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I'm not crying, I'm not crying, I'm not the crying kind
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but you're dying yeah you're dying cos you're the dying kind.
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And I've been to the end and I'll take you there
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so don't make me think cause I don't even care.
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And I'll be happy to pour some salt in your wounds
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cos I'd love to see you cry.
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So don't trust my smile and don't trust my eyes
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cos I promise you I'll lie
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and I won't waste my time to prove you wrong
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cos it would take too god damn long,
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take too god damn, take too god damn, take too god damn long.
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You wish you'd be once again the one that wins in the end.
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Don't hope too much now my friend.
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Don't hope too much now my friend, let it go!
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The words I'll never speak still echoes in my mind
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just gaze into these empty eyes and tell me what you find
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The Bitter Man
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| Desultory |
