| & he doesn't know
he's got my hollow heart beating again
& he doesn't know
he's got my tired soul hoping again
& he doesn't know
that he'll never know
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| and he don't know
she's mommy's little whore
but i'm mommy's little monster
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| its nights like these that i stay awake
with a cup full of coffee
and a mind full of melancholy
its days like these that i dream
with a mind full of ways
to live out happier days
its nights like these that i lie awake
with a mind full of turbulent thoughts
that swirl through my head
its days like these that i fight
my way to the upward slope
with a heart full of hope
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| image has become the new obsession
materialism has become the new addiction
greed has become the new malady
success has become the new fallacy
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when all i ever wanted
was to take the road less traveled
with you by my side
do you think of me
when you walk the roads at night?
oh fear not beloved
because after sunset
we're both staring at the same night sky
and we'll be figuratively together
because not all who wander are lost
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