to be the bad man, to be the sad man
and no one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be faded,
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
My love is vengeance that's never free
No one knows what it's like
to feel these feelings like I do
No one bites back as hard on their anger
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
There's a Portuguese bass playing in
There's a Portuguese bass playing
No one knows what it's like
And don't worry, I'm not telling lies
But my dreams, the earth is empty
As my conscience seems to be
My love is vengeance that's never free
No one knows what it's like,
To be the sad man, behind blue eyes
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