I started my walking with control of my feet.
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And I don't give a damn about the people I meet.
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'Cause I'm hurt, and I'm tired, and I'm sick of the life
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That everybody wants; it's just taught me to spite.
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And there's nothing left here but a black heart that won't clear.
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'Cause no one gives in when the end is drawing near.
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So what's the point of talking?
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There is nothing to say.
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Lead me to the wolves, love, so we can both play.
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Our conversation is better this way.
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Please don't ever come home if you can't stay.
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'Cause this is the first time,
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And hopefully it will be the last time.
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Take me to the cleaners:
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I want everything washed
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From my head to my toes,
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To whatever I've lost.
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'Cause I'm sick of drinking, smoking, and pretending I'm fine.
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Don't ask me how my day was 'cause you know that I'm lying.
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And there's nothing left here but a black heart that won't clear.
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'Cause no one gives in when the end is drawing near.
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So what's the point of talking?
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There's nothing to say.
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Lead me to the wolves, love, so we can both play.
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Our conversation is better this way.
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Please don't ever come home if you can't stay.
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Oh, stay. Don't stay. Don't stay.
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I'm still grateful of you my darling, since, back, dear,
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Almost when I go, oh oh oh...
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Oh oh. Oh oh. Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh oh.
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So what's the point of talking?
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There's nothing to say.
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Lead me to the wolves, love, so we can both play.
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Our conversation is better this way.
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Please don't ever come home if you can't stay.
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'Cause this is the first time,
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And hopefully it will be the last time
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Wolves
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| Lola Ray |
