| Nothing"s the same,
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| Fading away,
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| Fading away.
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| Nothing"s the same,
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| Fading away,
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| Fading away.
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| Nothing"s the same,
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| Fading away,
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| Fading away.
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| Nothing"s the same,
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| Fading away,
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| Fading away.
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been warned for the last time.
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been warned for the last time.
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been warned for the last time.
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been worn,
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| You"ve been warned for the last time.
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| Don"t it hurt?
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| Don"t it hurt?
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| Don"t it hurt?
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| Don"t it hurt?
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| Honey, you"re playing with matches.
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| Honey, you"re playing with matches.
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| Honey, you"re playing with matches.
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| Honey, you"re playing with matches.
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| It"s not time to go
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| (it"s something in your eyes)
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| You can"t take it slow
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| (it"s something in the wine)
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| You taste like something"s wrong.
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| «Darling, tell me, is something wrong?»
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| Turn, turn the wheels of horror
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| You"ll hang for what you"ve done
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| I"ve failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.
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| I"ll watch you fall from this balcony
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| Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
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| The c
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| oncrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
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| A poet you"ve lived, now an artist you"ll die.
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| I"ll watch you fall from this balcony
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| Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
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| The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
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| A poet you"ve lived, now an artist you"ll die.
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| It"s not time to go
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| (it"s something in your eyes)
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| You can"t take it slow
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| (it"s something in the wine)
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| You taste like something"s wrong.
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| «Darling, tell me, is something wrong?»
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| Turn, turn the wheels of horror
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| You"ll hang for what you"ve done
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| I"ve failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem. |