Tonight, I feel you coming down
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I feel you comin' over me like broken glass
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Falling down to cut my dreams
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Now if these walls could only talk
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They'd say no more than I could say here with a grin
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A bottle and Saint Anthony
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My thoughts are turning on me now
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And the pace with every footstep takes me farther down
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The dark end of a street that you call home
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Confessions, stories, chances left behind
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All show their faces and every stranger that I find
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[Chorus:]
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There's something you don't want to know
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There's something I don't want to say
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(Transmission on the radio no direction no way home)
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There's something goin' wrong with us
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There's something broken in our eyes
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Caress the emptiness and pour another drink
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And wash away these memories
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These dirty walls with gasoline
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The faces here don't have a thing to hide
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They tell the story of every broken heart survived
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[Chorus:]
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There's something you don't want to know
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There's something I don't want to say
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(That if we make it out alive
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there's more to life than to survive)
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There's something going wrong with us
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There's something broken in our eyes
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Tonight I feel you comin' over me
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Tonight I don't wanna feel a thing
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We never ever planned to go this far
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we never thought that it would get this... dark
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[Chorus]
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Downtown
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| Strung Out |
