There is nothing to see here people keep moving on
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Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone
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No one cares when the show is done
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Standing in line and its cold and you want to go
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Remember a joke so you turn around
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There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself
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I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts
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She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself
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Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out
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It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things
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Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground
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I try to whisper, so no one figures it out
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I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed
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It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things
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The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain
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Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,
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Gripping tightly to something that they will never own
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And those by themselves by choice or by some reward
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No mistakes only now you're bored
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This is the time of your life but you just can't tell
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[Chorus 2.5X]
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These Things
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| She Wants Revenge |
