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So tell me what you want from me I'm left staring at these empty sheets
And I'm always coming home And to your bed
I hear your heart And it sounds the bells of war Another pointless meeting With another fucking band whore Another month I'm leaving On another tour
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So tell me what you want from me I'm left staring at these empty sheets
And I'm always coming home And to your bed
I hear your heart And it sounds the bells of war Another pointless meeting With another fucking band whore Another month I'm leaving On another tour