For all of the times I tried to make you
I'm getting sick of everyone I'm with
I'm getting sick of
Something in the way we touch
You hold my hand but
Well, I can't get the devil
Outside of me, outside of
Trying to find where trouble ends
I've found out, it's in
Strangers in my backyard
Selling you beliefs
Danger in my empire
Trouble on
Well you could do better than to treat me like
Don't you know you're such a fool
To keep on acting
spin me some sad story
sell me some excuse
to help
well you look so good in your photographbut you never
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