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AmI like wDmalking in the pGark When iEmt gets late atAm night I mDmove 'round in the Gdark And Emleave when it gets Amlight I sDmit around by Gday Tied Emup in chains so Amtight These Dmcrazy words of Gmine So Emwrong they could be
AmWhat do I get out Dmof this' I aGlways try, I Emalways miss AmOne of these days you'll go Dmback to your home GYou won't even notice that yEmou are alone AmOne of these days when you Dmsit by yourself GYou'll realise you can't show off Emwithout someone else AmIn the end you will Dmsubmit GIt's got to hurt Ema little bit
I like talking in my sleep When people work so hard They need what they can't keep A choice that leaves them scarred A room without a view Unveils the truth so soon And when the sun goes down You've lost what you had What do I get out of this' I always try, I always miss One of these days you'll go back to your home You won't even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realise you can't show off without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt a little bit