| No one knows what it’s like, to be the bad man |
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To be the sad man, behind blue eyes |
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No one knows what it’s like to be hated |
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To be fated, to telling only lies |
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But my dreams, they aren’t as empty, |
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As my conscience seems to be |
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I have hours, only lonely |
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My love is vengeance that’s never free |
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No one knows what it’s like to feel these feelings |
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Like I do, and I blame you |
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No one bites back as hard on their anger |
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None of my pain and woe, can show through |
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But my dreams, they aren’t as empty, |
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As my conscience seems to be |
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I have hours, only lonely |
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My love is vengeance that’s never free |
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When my fist clenches crack it open |
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Before I use it and lose my cool |
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When I smile tell me some bad news |
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Before I laugh and act like a fool |
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And if I swallow anything evil |
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Put your finger down my throat |
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If I shiver please give me a blanket |
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Keep me warm let me wear your coat |
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No one knows what it’s like, to be the bad man |
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To be the sad man, behind blue eyes |
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