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i gave you everything

what'd you give to me

a pocket full of empty rings

with diamonds that can sing

the most that i could ever hope

is that you'd start to feel so real



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what i want is what you want

but what i want is more

i'm tired of the questions

am i left in scorn

the drugs are my addiction

she's laying on the tiles of my floor



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'cause you are my faults

as you are my own

and you built my will

but what i want you can't fucking kill



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everyone is not as one

everyone's the same

they're asking for a moment

they're looking out to blame

so am i independent

or am i just playing my own games



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'cause you are my faults

as you are my own

and you built my guilt

but when i can you just never will



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'cause you are my faults

well you are my own

it's your will in my guilt



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