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no one knows what it's like to be the bad man, |
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to be the sad man, |
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behind blue eyes, |
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no one knows what it's like to be hated, |
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to be faded, |
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to telling only lies, |
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but my dreams, they are as empty, |
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as my conscience seems to be. |
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i have hours, |
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only lonely, |
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my love is vengence, |
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that's never free. |
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no one knows what it's like to feel these feelings, |
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like i do, |
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and i blame you. |
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no one bites back as hard on their anger, |
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none of my pain and woes, |
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can shoot through. |
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but my dreams, they are as empty, |
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as my conscience seems to be. |
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i have hours, |
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only lonely, |
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my love is vengence, |
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that's never free. |
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when my fist clenches crack it open, |
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before i use it and lose my mind. |
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if i smile tell me some bad news, |
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before i laugh and act like a fool. |
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and if i swollow anything evil, |
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put your finger down my throat. |
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and if i shiver won't you give me a blanket, |
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keep me warm and let me wear your coat. |
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no one knows what it's like to be the bad man, |
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to be the sad man, |
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behind blue eyes |
