it's different now
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i feel that all those looks were just a game
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you smoked and choked on cigarettes
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and acted cute and lame-and lame
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your parting lips that wrapped me up
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in promised company
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now mumble that each breath i take
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takes from the air you breathe-and breathe
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you were to share these dreams
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but from this bed it's different than it seems
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you'll have to drag me everywhere you go
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and you're not martyr material
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you fell in love, you fell so hard
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you said it must be days
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i said that i am not quite ready
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for your newest phase-your face
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conceding, lying, cheating
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deceiving relentlessly
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my voice got softer
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you could no longer hear me-hear me
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that ring you wear in fashion
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has a chain that pierces through my nose
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you'll have to drag me everywhere you go
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and you're not martyr material
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my life is riding in this chair of wheels
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with arms that move too slow
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you'll have to drag me everywhere you go
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and you're not martyr material
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martyr material
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The Verve Pipe |