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There's a crack in the frame, |
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But the photo is the same, |
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But I don't recognize the face, |
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It looks a lot like me, or who |
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I used to be, |
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Now there's no one but myself to blame, |
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Now the shadows are all around, |
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Mines's nowhere to be found. |
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Pull the wings off a fly, |
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Watch it suffer and die, |
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And I'll never get out of this life alive, |
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Drenched in blood with no alibi, |
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And the crowd goes wild at my demise. |
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Through this bottle |
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I can see, |
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My firends and enemies, |
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As they turn their backs to me, |
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But who's really to blame, |
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Myself or just my name, |
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In the end, |
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I can't win. |
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The shadows are all around, |
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Mines's nowhere to be found. |
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Pull the wings off a fly, |
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Watch it suffer and die, |
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And I'll never get out of this life alive, |
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Drenched in blood with no alibi, |
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And the crowd goes wild at my demise |