| The morning attack
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| You pull the curtains back and light sheds upon the scene
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| Remembered like a moment in a dream
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| Home, the place I should have gone and slept alone
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| But came to your house to clear my head
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| And ended with the taste of sin instead
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| If I could know what I do, back then
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| I would make you eat the words you laced with cyanide
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| Hold your tongue for you, you must lay awake at night
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| And let this eat you up inside
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| Why, why don’t you deny it all?
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| But time has shown me everything
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| All of those pathologic games you played
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| The nights you walked away from me
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| I’ll read between the lines
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| You belong in a convalescent home
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| With locks on every window and writing on the walls, strapped to a chair
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| Spoon-fed with therapy and small purple pills that hold your sanity
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| You know damn well that your head’s more of a prison than this cell
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| Let by the thought that all you got is who you’re with, well
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| Bite your lip for you, you must lay awake at night
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| And let this eat you up inside
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| Why, why don’t you deny it all?
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| But time has shown me everything
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| All of those pathologic games you played
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| The nights you walked away from me
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| I’ll read between the lines
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| If I could know what I do, back then
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| I would make you eat the words you laced with cyanide
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| Now I see that I am one
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| One of the so many convinced
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| Of a million men
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| You were so much more than this
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| Who had given you a life by letting you take mine
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| Well, I’m yours no more for I have found a way out
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| I have found a way out
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| You must lay awake at night
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| And let this eat you up inside
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| Why, why don’t you deny it all?
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| But time has shown me everything
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| All of those twisted little games you played
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| It’s my turn to walk away
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| I’ll read between the lines
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| I’ll read between the lines
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| I’ll read between the lines |