| Oh, you would do it so slow, like you’re walking on glass
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| Oh, you always held back, I never thought 'bout the cause
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| I just took and I took, I sought more than I should
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| I regret that I can no longer do what is right
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| How far you fall in your sleep is determined by me
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| In the waking hours of our coexistence
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| Honey, forgive my ways
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| It will all fade away if you let it just stumble out the back of your mind
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| Oh, it’s a fortunate day when I can feel for your face
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| Pressed up like a child’s cheek on detention hall glass
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| Oh, summer came and it went, I’m feeling wicked and dim
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| And now it’s time to repent for my calamitous sins
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| This is a terrible curse
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| Oh, there ain’t nothing worse
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| Than to be let down in soul-crushing, doleful fashion
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| So I beg and I plead, please go easy on me
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| I despise the way I doom things in the first scene
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| I will not wait in the wings
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| I am a cobra now
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| I will not wait in the wings
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| I am a cobra now
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| I will not die in the grass
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| I am a wild fire
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| I will not die in the grass
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| I am a cobra now
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| Oh, we’re the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones and we complain 'bout our lives
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| No one feels sorry for me
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| No one feels sorry for me
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| No one feels sorry for me
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| I am a cobra right now
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| You would do it so slow
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| Like you know that it’s wrong
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| And we’re both walking on glass
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| I feel I’ve lost it so soon
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| No one feels sorry for me
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| No one feels sorry for me
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| No one feels sorry for me
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| I am a cobra right now
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| You would do it so slow
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| Like you know that it’s wrong
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| And we’re both walking on glass
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| I feel I’ve lost it so soon |