| Spare me your angels I've seen em before |
| They come by my house sometimes knock at the door |
| Spare me your pity I got enough of my own |
| Quit trying to help now just leave me alone |
| Spare the concern because I don't care |
| Just don't get in the way of my thousand yard stare |
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| And I know, all of it looks like I'm falling apart at the seams |
| But trust me I know what I'm doing I swear |
| Just leave me to wake from my dreams |
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| Spare me your angels as cute as they are |
| They're not gonna like that I took it this far |
| Spare me your wisdom cause listen I won't |
| Just let me reject the thing I need the most |
| Spare me the gurus, masters and saints |
| I've met a few and all they did was take |
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| And I know, all of it looks like I'm falling apart at the seams |
| But trust me I know what I'm doing I swear |
| Just leave me to wake from my dreams |
| I'm a broken man |
| Fading to black |
| There's blood on the tracks |
| But I ain't dead yet |
| I promise you I'm coming back |
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| Spare me your angels I've seen them before |
| One of them owes me some money I'm sure |
| Come on now listen I got places to be |
| I got a self to destruct and a history to grieve |
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