no one knows what its like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes, and no one knows what its like to be hated, to be faded, to telling only lies. but my dreams they arent as empty as my concious seems to be, i have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance thats never free, no one knows what its 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 woe can show through. but my dreams they arent as empty as my concious seems to be, i have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance thats never free, no one knows what its like to be mistreated, to be defeated, behind blue eyes, no one knows how to say that theyre sorry and dont worry, im not telling lies, but my dreams they arent as empty as my concious seems to be, i have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance thats never free, no one knows what its like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.
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