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Don't pray to me, |
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I'm not your |
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GodOr cry for me, |
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I'm not your dog |
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Don't worship me, |
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I'm not your |
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GodDon't pray for me, |
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Don'tNow I see it clearly, only myself left to blame |
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People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame |
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Now I feel like a man who has lost his way |
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Nothing is real to me, don't lean on me |
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I'm not your cain |
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Don't wish me away, |
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I'm not your pain |
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Don't bury me, |
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I'm not dead yet |
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Don't pray for me, |
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Don'tNow I'm feeling things that |
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I've never ever even felt before |
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Something's feeding me through a bleeding wound |
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Like an open door |
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Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame |
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People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame |
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Don't pray, |
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Don't pray, |
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Don't pray for me |
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Now I see it clearly your the one who is left to blame |
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As you draw me to you, |
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I'm the moth and you're the flame |
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Now I'm feeling things that |
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I've never ever even felt before |
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Something's feeding me through a bleeding wound |
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Like an open door |
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Don't pray for me |
