You should've called out,
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made amends, broken hearts breathe unison.
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I was trying to gather mine.
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All my tragedies are my enemies,
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all my enemies are mine.
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And we carry on, just to lighten the load.
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Never had I been such outsider,
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eyes of the blamed,
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while I was trying to reclaim.
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All my tragedies are my enemies,
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all my enemies are mine.
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And we carry on,
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just to lighten the load,
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and silently we sleep with nothing underneath.
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With weary hands and driven nails,
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I begin to rebuild myself.
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The bruises uncover the scene,
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the taste of the clean.
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And we carry on, outlasting,
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just to lighten the load,
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silently we sleep
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with nothing underneath.
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With your voice I keep you.
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Never used like this gently.
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With Nothing Underneath
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| 36 Crazyfists |
