| Happiness is just a word to me
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| And it might have meant a thing or two
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| If I’d known the difference
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| Emptiness, a lonely parody
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| And my life, another smokin' gun
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| A sign of my indifference
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| Always keepin' safe inside
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| Where no one ever had a chance
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| To penetrate a break in
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| Let me tell you some have tried
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| But I would slam the door so tight
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| That they could never get in
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| Kept my cool under lock and key
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| And I never shed a tear
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| Another sign of my condidtion
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| Fear of love or bitter vanity
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| That kept me on the run
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| The main events at my confession
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| I kept a chain upon my door
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| That would shake the shame of Cain
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| Into a blind submission
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| The burning ghost without a name
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| Was calling all the same
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| But I wouldn’t listen
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| The longer I’d stall
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| The further I’d crawl
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| The further I’d crawl
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| The harder I’d fall
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| I was crawlin' into the fire
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| The more that I saw
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| The further I’d fall
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| The further I’d fall
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| The lower I’d crawl
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| I kept fallin' into the fire
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| Into the fire
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| Into the fire
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| Suddenly it occurred to me
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| The reason for the run and hide
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| Had totaled my existnce
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| Everything left on the other side
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| Could never be much worse that this
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| But could I go the distance
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| I faced the door and all my shame
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| Tearin' off each piece of chain
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| Until they all were broken
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| But no matter how I tried
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| The other side was licked so tight
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| That door it wouldn’t open
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| Gave it all that I got
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| And started to knock
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| Shouted for someone
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| To open the lock
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| I just gotta get through the door
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| And the more that I knocked
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| The hotter I got
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| The hotter I got
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| The harder I’d knock
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| I just gotta break through the door
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| Gotta knock a little harder
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| Gotta knock a little harder
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| Gotta knock a little harder
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| Break through the door |