The trouble with me is I keep believing in the wrong things
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Who needs to believe anyway.
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I have given all. I have seen what it brings.
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I wish it all away. Salvage what I can. I always ran.
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Now I'm gone in a rage, now I'm gone in a rage.
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The trouble with me is I put faith in everything.
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who needs hope anyway.
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And now my tongue is stained with words I do not mean,
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and there's nothing left to say.
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My body lands in the coldest hands.
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Now I'm gone in a rage, and now I'm gone in a rage.
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I'm gone now you see her now you don't.
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Did you touch her, can you run, now she's gone in a rage,
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The trouble with me is I keep believing there are better things.
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Well there just has to be.
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This play of the way. The caressable stings.
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It's intangible to me.
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Biting in your frozen skin. Now I'm gone in a rage.
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The trouble with me is I keep believing in the wrong things.
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Trouble With Me
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| Tara MacLean |
