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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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