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You got me cryin' alone
With all the marks on my sleeve (sleeve, sleeve, sleeve)
Why don't you pick up the phone
So I can say what I mean (mean, mean, mean)?
Sorry, sorry I left you cryin'
I'll try to lower my tone
And my beating heart
Will form to stone
And will sink to hell
And be left alone
I think I'm drowning beneath
Look at her eyes and her teeth
They don't know me
I try to say, "I'm alive"
But in the end I die (die, die, die)
And my beating heart
Will form to stone
And will sink to hell
And be left alone
And my beating heart
Will form to stone
And will sink to hell
And be left alone