yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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i gave you everything
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what'd you give to me
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a pocket full of empty rings
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with diamonds that can sing
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the most that i could ever hope
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is that you'd start to feel so real
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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what i want is what you want
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but what i want is more
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i'm tired of the questions
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am i left in scorn
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the drugs are my addiction
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she's laying on the tiles of my floor
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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'cause you are my faults
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as you are my own
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and you built my will
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but what i want you can't fucking kill
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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everyone is not as one
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everyone's the same
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they're asking for a moment
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they're looking out to blame
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so am i independent
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or am i just playing my own games
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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'cause you are my faults
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as you are my own
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and you built my guilt
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but when i can you just never will
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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'cause you are my faults
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well you are my own
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it's your will in my guilt
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yeah
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yeah
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yeah
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Yeah!
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Zwan |