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You're a book, you're a photograph |
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You're a plague on the wall |
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Or a knickknack haiku |
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You're the voice of a guilty man |
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Who doesn't call your name |
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Until he needs to be lied to |
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Call me vicious |
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Cast your stones on me |
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You're the death of a million men |
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You're the face we dend |
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With a patient virtue |
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You're the judge of when a life should end |
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Or when a war begins |
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You're such a perfect statue |
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Wear your necklace |
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Like you wear your noose |
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Fear your comfort any way you choose |
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I'm not like you |
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I'm alone, |
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I'm not lonely |
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I can't let you in |
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I feel like choking then holding |
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You're breaking the skin |
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This isn't hope that |
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I'm holding |
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No love you can give |
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Not lonely, |
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I've chosen |
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To bleed here again and again |
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Now I Wake up to the sound of the mourning |
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I feel infection |
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Eyes shut |
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To the absent heartbeat |
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Too late to question |
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Will you surrender |
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Will you lose |
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I love the way you blur your vision |
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I feel your passion |
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Never give up until the path you're living |
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Finds your intention |
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Call me evil cause |
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I'm not like you |
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Fear your comfort any way you shoose |
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I'm not like you |
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One man buys the life |
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That someone controls the night |
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He died. |
