You hold what you have to hold on to
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The bluest eyes are the saddest eyes
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I know this all too well
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The blankest stare
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The I don't care
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A crawl inside type of hell
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All of this reminds me
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Of how much I really don't fit
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I come to you black and blue
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And you won't deal with it
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So I'm left holding the dirtiest hand
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I am told that it's getting old
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Just how dirty I am
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How dirty I am
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A soulless whore, an even score
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The eyes in the back of my head
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My lack of class, this empty glass
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A drink here with the dead
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All of this reminds me of how much I really don't fit
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I'm begging you please make me new or keep me out of it
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Now I'm left holding the dirtiest hand
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I am told that it's getting old
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Just how dirty I am
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I'm left holding the dirtiest hand
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I am told that it's getting old
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Just how dirty I am
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Wash me clean
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So, wash me clean
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Now I'm left holding the dirtiest hand
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I am told and it's getting old
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Just how dirty I am
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I'm left holding the dirtiest hand
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I am told and it's getting old
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Just how dirty I am
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How dirty I am
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Dirtiest Hand
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| Drown |
