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I am not this charming manSometimes I need to stop and slow my hands from trembling I woke up to get knocked down but I still strained to hear the soundof wind against my house, this tired game of cat and mouseLie to meTell me of lost loves and former glories Lie to meTell me every great, ironic story Oh I'm fucking dying to know who keeps you company But I'm not sure if I can stay up anymore I'm not sureAnd I'm not sure if it's worth singing anymore I'm not sure From Letras Mania