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The more of you that I inspect |
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The more of me I see reflect |
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The more I try to read your lips |
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The more the mask you're wearing rips |
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But when I seek out your voice |
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My ears are overcome with noise |
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You show and tell with greatest ease |
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Raving impossibilities |
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Engaged in crime I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry ow |
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And when the story takes a twist |
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If folds like a contortionist |
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Slight of hand and quick exchange |
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The old tricks have been rearranged |
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Engaged in crime I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry |
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The searing of the sinew |
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My body fights for air |
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The ripping of the tissue |
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My lungs begin to tear |
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Gravity's got my bones |
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It pulls my flesh away |
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The steam finally dissipates |
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I make out my sweaty face |
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Association that I choose |
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Game I inevitably lose |
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Governed by laws set up by me |
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Fracture it's jaw to let me be |
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A cut-out cardboard condo maze |
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Filled with an insubordinate race |
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Irrational youths stop to stare |
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As music rubber hosed the air |
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Engaged in crime I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry again |
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And again and again, AGAIN |
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Engaged in crime I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry HAOW! |