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What would you say? |
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This blood is thick |
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This blemished face |
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With a dark crooked nose |
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And a chance to say |
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Whatever it wanted |
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Through its blemished throat |
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Or be alone |
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Would you give a fuck |
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If only to her |
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Will now depend |
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Like shallow water |
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The sound of victim men |
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Crawling up your walls |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Oh, I heard a sick, sad voice |
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It was honesty, I turned to her and said |
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We need to be medicated |
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And you're the prescription |
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For a forced out vision |
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If you're with me, send the critics to hell |
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With the sound of our voices |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, |
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Don't tell me... where I don't belong |
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I wonder why you're oh so full of shit |
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You'll be knocked on the floor |
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So don't you push that precious sweat |
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Oh you judge his secrecy on shit |
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You'll be knocked on the floor |
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So don't you play |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, |
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Don't tell me... where I don't belong. |