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No one knows what it's like to be the bad man to be the
sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like to be hated to be
fated to telling only lies. But my
dreams they aren't as empty as
my
conscience seems to be I
have
hours only lonely my love
is
vengeance that's never free.
No one knows what it's like to
feel
these feelings like I do and I
blame
you No one bites back as hard
on their
anger none of my pain and woe
can show
through but my dreams they
aren't as
empty as my conscience seems to
be.
I have hours only
lonely
My love is vengeance that's
never
free.
When my fist clenches,
crack it
open, before I use it and lose my cool. When I smile, tell
me some
bad news before I laugh and act like a fool.
If I swallow anything evil, put your finger
down my
throat and if I shiver, please give me a blanket, keep me warm, let
me wear
your coat. No one knows what it's like
to be
the bad man, to be the sad man
behind
blue eyes. [end]
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