we'll keep on talking this out
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but i've all ready made up your mind
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i've been trying to gnaw through through my tongue
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to stop from confessing my crimes
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and this conversation is wearing me down
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what did my patience prove if it's just another bed of nails
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always the silent treatment
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always the easy way out alive
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if there's no further questions
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i'll be on my way back home.
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and it's just another sharp pain
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and it doesn't hurt like it used to
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when i was a desperate man
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when i still believed in the meaning of the word
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you tried to warn me
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you and your consequences
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if i am outnumbered
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if i am left defenseless
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if i come here unarmed
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in the middle of the night on my own
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standing on the front lines
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i will die
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if you invite me down
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if it'll please the crowd
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and i only go through this for your amusement
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but it doesn't hurt like it should
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when you throw your stones around (throw your stones around)
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now i'm alone (i am so alone)
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trying to sleep it off
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(but it's hard not to shake at the sound of it breaking)
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when you're living in a house of mirrors
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reflecting all of my failure
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i will concede to my replacement
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congratulations
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it's over and over and over again
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it's over and over and over again
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i was in for the long run
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when you cut me down
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another sharp pain
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a servant to your throne
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always the one that got away apologizing
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always the silent treatment
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always the stubborn child
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i kept my mouth shut tight
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always the one that got away
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always the bed of nails
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i only have myself to blame
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Asleep On The Front Lines
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The Bled |