| A ballad of a lonely night, the artist and the ache
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| A broken girl, a desperate boy
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| The love we give is the love we take
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| Lovers in the dark away from angry eyes that stare
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| Battle songs from nowhere bars
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| And lonely hearts that go nowhere
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| Some say the art of life is in the smile that you wear
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| When you remember every line to every song that kept you here
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| Like flowers from the grave and promises too vain to keep
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| To be your brother’s keeper with the song that you seek
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| I’ve been wrong and I’ve been right
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| I’ve been raising hell all night
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| Been alone in quiet places
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| With a bottle and song
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| I’ve been here and I’ve been there
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| I’ve been wasted everywhere
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| I walked a mile just to know
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| What it was like
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| To be The Duke Of Sorrow
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| Making out in lonely parks
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| Ditching school to skate that pool
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| A poor boy and a hungry band too desperate to be cool
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| Everybody stated out
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| Some with more, some without
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| And it’s never what you had
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| It’s everything you could do without
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| I’ve been wrong and I’ve been right
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| I’ve been raising hell all night
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| Been alone in quiet places
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| With a bottle and song
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| I’ve been here and I’ve been there
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| I’ve been wasted everywhere
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| I walked a mile just to know
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| What it was like
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| To be The Duke Of Sorrow
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| And I’ve been wrong and I’ve been right
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| I’ve been raising hell all night
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| Been alone in quiet places
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| With a bottle and song
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| I’ve been here and I’ve been there
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| I’ve been wasted everywhere
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| I walked a mile just to know
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| What it was like
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| To be The Duke Of Sorrow
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| The Duke Of Sorrow |