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作曲 : Sean Harmanis/Nick McLernon |
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Another demon for you to hide |
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To make you cry yourself to sleep |
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But you're a star, you're a vision, you're a hero to me |
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But you're a mess, you're a mess |
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But you hold yourself so well |
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There's such a weight upon your chest |
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Yet you still keep it to yourself |
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Bang, bang, bang |
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That's the sound of your bedroom door |
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That's the sound of the bathroom stalls |
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They make you cry yourself to sleep |
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Bang, bang, bang |
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That's the sound of your bedroom door |
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That's the sound of the bathroom stalls |
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They make you cry yourself to sleep |
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So now those tears stream down your cheeks |
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Those demons haunt your every dream |
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Still, you keep it to yourself |
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But you hold yourself so well |
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To some a victim, but you're a hero to me |
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****ing coward, that's somebody's daughter |
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Another milestone, you've found a new low buried under their clothes |
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Living life by the numbers |
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Your conventional routine |
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So pour yourself another drink |
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Living in fear of others |
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Biting nails between your teeth |
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Long nights, bad dreams, no sleep |
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And why you felt compelled |
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To somehow blame yourself |
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That's way too far, way too far beyond me |
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Bang, bang, bang |
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That's the sound of your bedroom door |
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That's the sound of the bathroom stalls |
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They make you cry yourself to sleep |
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Bang, bang, bang |
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That's the sound of your bedroom door |
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That's the sound of the bathroom stalls |
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I penned a note on your behalf |
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A poem for the host of a hollowed heart |
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They're ****ing cowards |
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They make you cry yourself to sleep |
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They're all ****ing cowards |
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They make you cry yourself to sleep |
