There's an empty place inside that is hurting me
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A place that keeps my heart out on its own
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A disconnected function of my wretchedness
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That keeps me so hard pressed
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It's a place where words are spoken you
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will never hear
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A broken bridge of lines that just won't come
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An empty lung that won't give the wind
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to speak at me
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How far can it be from home
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Why you gotta be so mean to me
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Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see
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You know I don't listen good and I'm always in need
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So why you gotta be so mean to me
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Do you think that it got up and left
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for good this time
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A crowd of faceless strangers moving on
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A feeling that you left it all behind you now
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That it doesn't hurt somehow
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To know
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[CHORUS]
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So open up the book that you keep deep inside
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Let the pages yellow in the sun
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Show them that you're not afraid to let them see
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How far you can be From home
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Why you gotta be so mean to me
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Why you gotta drag me down just to make me see
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You know I don't listen good and I'm always in need
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So why you gotta be so fucking mean to me
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Why you gotta be Why you gotta be
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Why you gotta be Why you gotta be
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Why you gotta be Why you gotta be
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Why you gotta be so mean to me
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Mean To Me
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Tonic |