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As you stare right through me |
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And your cares pushed into me, killing |
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So they're mercin' all these cursed lies |
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And you're there getting to me |
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Everywhere your words like thorns they irritate |
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So they'll first reject these thoughts |
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I find Holes in your theory |
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Holes, won't you hear me? |
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And you're sold in your ignorance |
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In the soul, |
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I see innocence |
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And you'll find your life |
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In the eyes of |
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Christ In |
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Christ, in |
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Christ Solitary, simple movements |
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So contrary, yours will scream to all |
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Still convince yourself you're not the cause |
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Holes in your theory |
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Holes, won't you hear me? |
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And you're sold in your ignorance |
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In the soul, |
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I see innocence |
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And you'll find your life |
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In the eyes of |
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Christ Brace or feed the skin |
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As you want to tame this |
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Struck you needle thin |
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And you ignore the change |
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Practically insane |
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All this fire that came |
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Consequence remains |
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Pick yourself up off the ground! |
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You're sold in your ignorance |
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In the soul, |
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I see innocence |
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And you'll find your life |
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In the eyes of |
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Christ Holes in your theory |
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Holes, won't you hear me? |
