well I ain't come here to try to save you
I
It just occurred to me
I must be blind
Why do I
I won't be here when you come home
I'm sorry if
No sweat, no pain
No lost, no gain
More of the same
You've
I'm not proud, I was wrong and the truth is
Our dad would send us to our room
He'd be the
You've got to see me in the cold light of
I'm going nowhere - gotta face up to itGotta wake
As I watch your faceI can see my life goes
Nowhow can it be that a lovecarved out of caringFashioned
I've been making moves in chainsWrapped around my hollow heartthe
Steppin' out from underneath my shadowWalking home from Fridays nine
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