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Single out the dying |
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Make more room for nothing |
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Make it so that there is nowhere left to go |
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You can't buy your soul back |
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You won't own it ever |
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You're just renting it until it rips you apart |
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There's a place where they go and they lie |
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For the sic and the lame where they can't touch me |
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When they die underneath all the lies and deceit |
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We will cover our tracks and you won't find nothing |
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Trying to put your finger on it |
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Point your finger at it |
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Cut your finger |
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Keep your eyes out of focus |
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Keep your mind out of synch |
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Keep your eyes out of focus |
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And watch it disappear |
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One will come a day when old wounds open |
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You let it happen |
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The sickness has spread too far |
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Don't let it happen |
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Your so called compassion is long gone |
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We see right through you |
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Trying to put your finger on it |
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Point your finger at it |
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Cut your finger |
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There's a place in my mind where I go |
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It protects me from love so it can't kill me |
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So I lie to myself uninflected with guilt |
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Here I am - There you are |
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Can you see the difference? |
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One will come, arms open |
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One will come, eyes open |