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I thought I saw a man brought to life |
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He was warm, he came around like he was dignified |
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He showed me what it was to cry |
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Well you couldn't be that man I adored |
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Don't seem to care what your heart is for |
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But I don't know him anymore |
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There's nothing where he used to lie |
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My conversation has run dry |
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I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel |
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I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor |
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Illusion never changed, into something real |
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I'm wide awake and I can see, the perfect sky is torn |
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You're a little late, I'm already torn |
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So I guess the fortune teller's right |
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I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light |
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But you crawl beneath my veins and now |
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(Same chords and rhythm as Pre Chorus 1) |
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I don't care, I have no luck |
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I don't miss it all that much |
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There's just so many things |
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Torn... Ooooh... Hoo ooooh... Ooooh |
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There's nothing where he used to lie |
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My inspiration has run dry |
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I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel |
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I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor |
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Illusion never changed, into something real |
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I'm wide awake and I can see, the perfect sky is torn |
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I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel |
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I'm cold and I am shamed, bound and broken on the floor |
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You're a little late, I'm already torn |
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