Are you coming up to see me
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With a loaded gun to me head?
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Are you coming up to leave me alone
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Alone with my head?
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I could think of nicer ways
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To let me down
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I could blink and you were gone
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Without a sound
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(Run)
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It's going, going place and trace
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Of laughter remain the same
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Ooh, this critical devotion
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Slow it down traces remain of pain
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You try to answer me with silence
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Violence lies in your eyes
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You try to tell me what I'm feeling
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You're stealing the prime of my life
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I could think of nicer ways
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To let me down
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I could blink and you were gone
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Without a sound
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(Run)
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It's going, going place and trace
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Of laughter remain the same
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Ooh, this critical devotion
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Slow it down traces remain of pain
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No luxury
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No love
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No pride
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Just canopies of pain inside
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These enemies of love decide
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From memories of pain I hide
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(Run)
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It's going, going place and trace
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Of laughter remain the same
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Ooh, this critical devotion
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Slow it down traces remain of pain
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It's going, going place and trace
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Of laughter remain the same
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Ooh, this critical devotion
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Slow it down traces remain of pain
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Traces Remain
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