read on baby, what you?e gettin in to
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it? livin on pain, the thing that? getting to you
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write my name, painted up my picture
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say it? the only thanks I? not around (around)
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beaten and battered
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well if my dreams get shattered, then
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pain gives my the right to be unkind
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wait on baby which with some indevotion
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I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
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you can curse my name, painted up my picture
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say it? the last time that I?l be around (be around)
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oh well I? torn and tattered,
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saw the thoughts in my head be scattered, well
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pain gives my the right to be unkind yeah
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and it sets me
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CHORUS:
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right back to the heart of it
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Joan? crazy is a sly defense from it
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Joan? crazy is a place I call my own, when I? alone
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read on baby, what you?e gettin in to
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I swear once that it was the little things that mattered
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but it all seems true to you
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say the hell with my name, and say the hell with my picture
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yeah but swear the one time you need me around, be around, i? around right now well
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I?l stand like it matters
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only once got screwy things got scattered by the rain
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pain gives me the right to be unkind
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(CHORUS) x 3
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Unkind
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Matchbox 20 |