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I've got this sinking feeling coming up inside.I can't let this go into my head.I can't be here.You can't trust me.Everyday I take the long way home.I see nothing of me in the things I own.Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair.Why am I praying to a god I know isn't there?It's the dead of winter.It's freezing cold.I'll just sit here all alone.Everyday I take the long way home.I see nothing of me in the things I own.Everyday I ask myself why life ain't fair.Why am I praying to a god I know isn't there? From Letras Mania