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Bring it on baby, what you getting into |
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Is living on pain the thing that's getting to you |
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Write my name pin it up with my picture |
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And say it's the only thing cuz |
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I'm not around to be around |
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I'm beating and battered |
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Hell if my dreams get shattered then |
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Pain gives me the right to be unkind |
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Bring it on baby what's with sudden devotion |
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I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion |
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You can curse my name pin it up with my picture |
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And say it's the last time that |
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I'll be around to be around |
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Oh well I'm torn and |
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I'm tattered |
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So the thoughts in my head they get scattered |
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And pain gives me the right to be unkind (and it set's me here) (chorus) |
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Right back to the heart of it |
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Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it |
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Jones Crazy is a place |
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I call my own, when |
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I'm alone (dig) |
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Bring it on baby what you getting into |
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I swear at once it was the little things that mattered |
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But it all seems true to you |
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Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture |
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Yeah but swear, for the one time you need me around to be around |
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Well I'm around right now |
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And here I'll stand like it matters |
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Only once gets through then gets scattered by the rain |
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But pain gives me the right to be unkind |
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And it sets me here (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) |
