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Come one and all and see the broken man, talkin' to himself |
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He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here |
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The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek, he can't even feel it |
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There it goes again, he's listenin' to someone |
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He hears the bitter laughter and all he wants to know is |
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Why does any of it matter? |
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(I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean |
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He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts |
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Come one and all and see what happened that broken man is me |
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There it goes again, I can hear it louder |
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It doesn't feel good anymore, all I want to know is |
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Why does any of it matter? |
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(I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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Now I know, I disappear |
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I can't find my way from out of here |
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Everything is fading on me |
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Someone tell me, someone tell me |
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Someone tell me |
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Why does any of it matter? |
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(I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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Why does any of it matter? |
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(I can't take it anymore) |
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You've gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better |
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Why? |
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Why, you've gotta try? |
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Try? |
