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作词 : Jamie Hails/Daniel Furnari/Rick Schneider/Ryan Siew/Jake Steinhauser |
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作曲 : Jamie Hails/Daniel Furnari/Rick Schneider/Ryan Siew/Jake Steinhauser |
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This is a place I know too well |
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Been down here a while if you can't tell |
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And I have analysed and tried my best to justify |
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The sorrow I have brought upon myself |
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Am I addicted to the misery? Is this how I'll always be? |
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Grinding the salt into every wound |
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Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? |
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You can't trust me to be there for you |
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I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out |
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You'd think I'd learned from all the shit I ****ing screamed about |
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When there was sun, I couldn't see for the clouds |
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Still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down |
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Until I reached my rock bottom |
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Down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I'd forgotten |
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Is it me that's making me sick? |
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Been burning both ends of the wick |
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Am I addicted to the misery? Is this how I'll always be? |
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Grinding the salt into every wound |
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Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? |
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You can't trust me to be there for you |
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I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette |
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Casting a shadow, a shade over me |
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Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist |
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Your worst impressions were right about me |
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Your worst impressions were right about me |
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Your worst impressions were right |
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I could ask you to stay if you're feeling forgiving |
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I could live with the guilt if you call this living |
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I could try to memorise each grain of sand |
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As it slips through my fingers and falls from my hands |
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It took me longer than I'd care to admit |
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This life is only what I choose to make of it |
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And the only thing standing in between happiness and myself |
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Was this depression I held so close to my chest |
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Am I addicted to the misery? Is this how I'll always be? |
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Grinding the salt into every wound |
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Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? |
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You can't trust me to be there for you |
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I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette |
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Casting a shadow, a shade over me |
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Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist |
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Your worst impressions were right about me |
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Wasting a waning youth |
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Waiting for something to help me pull through |
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I never saw the sun through the clouds |
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I lost faith when the skies were falling down |
