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Hear me now and don't forget
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I'm not the man my actions would suggest
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A little boy, I'm tied to you
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I fell apart
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That's what I always do
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This ain't about regret
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My conscience can't be found
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This time I won't repent
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Somebody's going down
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Feel it now and don't resist
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This time the anger's better than the kiss
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I must admit when so inclined
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I tend to lose it than confront my mind
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'Cause it don't bleed and it don't breathe
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It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
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It's in our heart
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It's in our head
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It's in our love
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Baby it's in our bed
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Tonight I go to hell
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For what I've done to you
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This ain't about regret
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It's when I tell the truth
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And once again the monster speaks
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Reveals his face and searches for release
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A little boy is tied to you
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Attracted only 'til it comes unglued
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