Come in
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and show me
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how it feels to own
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all you've ever wanted
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Drowning
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like a fly in my drink
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you talk me about being on the brink
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The ways
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you try to put me down
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to ground
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Sweet revenge
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for the things I've done
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Till now
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I've always thought
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things may be wrong
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and sometimes
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it's more than what it's worth
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Stares down
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nothing left to say
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it's the loudest sound
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I have ever heard
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So you know
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how it feels
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wake up feeeling grey
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nothing much to think and nothing much to say
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How does it feel
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to treat me like you do?
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How should I feel
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still gazing at the moon
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Club Epoque (Febbraio Decade Silente)
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Room With A View |