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No one will know how evil I really am |
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No one will know how evil I really am |
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Cause I like to wear disguises |
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And I like to disguise my plans |
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No one will know how evil I really am |
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And no one will know truly how I feel |
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And no one will know how I truly feel |
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Cause I can no longer differentiate |
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Between what is fake and what is real |
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I don't know how I feel |
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I was born in a hospital |
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My first two days were spent in the care of nuns |
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But my mother found it in her |
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To go ahead and take me back |
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And I love her |
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And I will always appreciate bad days like this |
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Because they grant me a point of reference in regards to my happiness |
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And although I feel cold and empty one day |
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I hope I can feel warm and full |
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Stand with honor, and comfort, and dignity |