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My inspiration note the sympathy |
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They've taken everything you want and they left you all alone |
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My setting sun, self appointed, |
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I am a fraud |
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You are the martyr |
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It's decided and |
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I owe you several worlds |
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I can tell you... |
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Rat in the sewer, scraps they left behind |
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Once their visionary, and they all have robbed you blind |
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Your broken records playing for |
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None fabricate song |
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Amputated creative tongue |
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You sing on and on and |
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I can tell you why |
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I'm bringing you down, |
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Calling you out, |
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Taking your shield |
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It's easier now |
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Years have been kind |
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Distance between |
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Has given hind sight |
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I jumped a train |
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Your tragedy so easy to read, |
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Is bitter envy |
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They're reaping all the lowly benefits |
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You missed the train they stole |
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And you've never... |
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I'm burning you down, |
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Calling you out, |
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Taking your shield |
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It's easier now |
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Years have been kind |
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Distance between has given hind sight |
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I'm on a train |
