I woke up this morning and my head, I started roaming
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right
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Don't remember being born, don't know why we're being torn
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right
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I open up my mouth just to let the demon shout
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'Bout my dirty little schemes, that the wettest of my dreams are you
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Nothing's right, nothing's right
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Over and over I'm feeling the same of loneliness
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And under me, under me feeling the madman
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I'm breaking off a piece of what's left of what was me
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But it feels all right, it feels all right
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I'm laying on your road 'cause I thought that it might hold
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It feels all right, feels all right
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Do I wanna take a bet, is this as good as it'll get?
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And I cannot get away from the comfortable, familiar chains
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Nothing's right, nothing's right
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Over and over I'm feeling the same of loneliness
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And under me, under me feeling the madman
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Over and over it's chilling, the things I've let you miss
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And if you're a miracle, I am the madman
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And I'm sorry I didn't build your walls and
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I'm sorry I had to go and fall and
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I'm sorry I had the whole thing wrong and
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Well I guess I'm the sorriest of all
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And I'm sorry that you are feeling small and
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I'm sorry that I'm not used to crawling
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I'm sorry the writing's on the wall and
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Well I guess I'm the sorriest
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I guess I'm the sorriest of all
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I woke up this morning and my head, it started roaming
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right
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Don't remember being born, don't know why we're being torn
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Now nothing's right, nothing's right
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You said you don't identify with my sort of petrified outlook
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On the pride that I've managed to ignore so long
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Nothing's right
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Nothing's right
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Nothing's right
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Nothing's right
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But it seems all right
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Madman
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Charlotte Martin |