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She lied. |
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I'm so tired, so cynical. |
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These games again, |
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Unoriginal. |
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There's limitations, |
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And expectations, |
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Mindlessly act as if this were nothing. |
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Blood in sand, |
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Turns to black, |
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Blue fire, awakening. |
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Go! |
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What the fuck bitch is your goal? |
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You turn your back from me. |
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I don't recognise, |
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Your face. |
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I see impure sight. |
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False tears, no hesitation. |
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So blind, so ignorant. |
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Am I alone? |
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Am I alone? |
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I always was. |
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She knows not to look back, |
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The angel inside, bleeds from breaking mirrors, |
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That'll bleed you if you're guilty. |
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Like fuck you are. |
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Behold, the truth be told unfold, |
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The lies beneath so cold, |
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The day you joined your soul, |
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What the fuck bitch is your... |
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Goal for us, |
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Deprive me, |
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Blood fucked, |
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Where's your conscience? |
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You'd leave me back to die. |
