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I don't feel a thing walking on hot coals |
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No sensitivity in a fog of war |
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Try to unwind to enjoy the good life |
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But the pressure that I hold on my shoulders goes |
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I suspect the reason I am loved |
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Is because of how tight I'm holding on |
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Nowadays you're supposed to talk problems on and on |
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Whatever happened to the old-fashioned strong and silent type? |
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What they didn't know is once you get us in touch with our feelings |
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You would never hear the end, once you pull the pin |
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I suspect the reason I am loved |
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Is because of how tight I'm holding on |
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If I set you free, if I let go |
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Tell me would I still be the one you want? |
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Even a broken clock is right twice a day |
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Even a busted lock can keep a thief away |
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He's not the type and soldiers |
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Don't go to hell |
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It's a place reserved for the twisted and evil |
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Now you ask how I'm feeling |
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I told you then |
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You're gonna torture me slowly with it |
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I suspect the reason I am loved |
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Is because of how tight I'm holding on |
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If I set you free, if I let go |
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Tell me would I still be the one you want? |
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I am falling behind |
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I am falling behind |
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I'm falling, falling behind |
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Oh, I suspect the reason I am loved |
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I suspect the reason I am loved |
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If I set you free, if I let go |
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Tell me would I still be the one you want? |
