Was that somebody screaming...
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It wasn't me for sure
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I lift my head up from uneasy
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pillows
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Put my feet on the floor
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Cut my wrist on a bad thought
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And head for the door
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Outside on the pavement
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The dark makes no noise
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I can feel the sweat on my lips
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Leaking into my mouth
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I'm heading out for the steep hills
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They're leaving me no choice
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And see...as our lives are in the making
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We believe through the lies and the hating
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That love goes free
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For want of an option
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I run the wind 'round
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I dream pictures of houses burning
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Never knowing nothing else to do
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With death comes the morning
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Unannounced and new
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Was it too much to ask for
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To pull a little weight...
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They forgive anything but greatness
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These are scoundrel days
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And I'm close to calling out their names
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As pride hits my face
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See...as our lives are in the making
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We believe through their lies and the hating
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That love goes free through
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scoundrel days
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I reach the edge of town
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I've got blood in my hair
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Their hands touch my body
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From everywhere
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But I know that I've made it
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As I run into the air
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And see...as our lives are in the making
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We believe through the lies and the hating
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That love goes free
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Through scoundrel days
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Scoundrel Days
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A-Ha |