In times I turned to you
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With a fist full of broken pride
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I was left standing there
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Hollowed out inside
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So why do you think I'm running
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Far from you?
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There are some wounds
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That your love can't heal
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Put out, hurt, and starving
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Tell me, are you asleep at the wheel?
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Where have you gone?
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I think there's something wrong
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And this blackheart says it's true
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And I guess I know it's true
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And this blackheart says it's true
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Well I can't believe in you
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And this blackheart says it's true
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And I guess I know it's true
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And this blackheart says it's
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So now I turn to you
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With a pale gaze from my eyes
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And a sinking feeling I was wronged
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So now we turn away
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From the bullshit laid before us
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Tell me is there something I should do?
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And this blackheart says it's true
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And I guess I know it's true
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And this blackheart says it's true
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Well I can't believe in you
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And this blackheart says it's true
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And I guess I know it's true
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And this blackheart says it's
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True
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So take what you want from me
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Cause I don't care
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Relieve me of my misery
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Do the worst that you can
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I'll pray
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Pray at your alter
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Fall down at your knees
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Leave me faithless on the floor
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And do what you please
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And this blackheart says it's true
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And I guess I know it's true
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And this blackheart says it's true
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Well I can't believe in you
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And this blackheart says it's true
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And I guess I know it's true
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And this blackheart says it's
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True
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I've got to be found
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Because I'm going no place good
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Faithless On The Floor
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| Lost City Angels |
