There's still a little bit of your taste,
in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced
with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say
What's going on
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We're always going to wish for someone to come right out and say it-
all the things we should be,
to be exactly what they need.
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I'm tired too.
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The problem with good acting, is that it's always real.
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I want to know, who's gonna save me?
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Life,
it taught me to die
And it's not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannonball
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