IÂ'm piled up high the morning light
A giant silver screen
IÂ'm
I am number one
I lead this pack I wonÂ't back
IÂ'm accused of being cold
With no emotions at all
Well IÂ'm
It磗 been a long way to run
Don磘 you understand, it磗
Don't take me out tonight
I feel afraid of life
You won't
I don't think that I'm nervous
Can't you see that I'm
I saw an angel
I can tell you I was far
Like a long lost friend from the other side
If you
When you see me
You've been trying to hide
I could eat
Wicked rules been trying to putting you
From where you're sitting
You
How was I supposed to know
Where's the catch, don't mind,
IÂ'm sitting by the phone
Like so many times before
IÂ'm waiting
A worn out man
In bed with a screaming demon
ThereÂ's something
On my own again
I got myself to blame
Bitterness remains today
Here
Let it out
It's just pictures from your dirty mind
And when
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