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White paper and empty places |
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The head between my shoulders, |
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wounded and bleeding badly |
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I can smell your remorse |
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Stains all over |
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Been outside and seen it all |
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You are the master, you know it all |
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Made yourself a number |
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And your time is now |
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Holding tight, wish you were nearer |
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Lost my voice, don't want to scream no more |
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It's like a box and I'm trapped inside |
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I've been paralyzed |
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This narrow road ends to a ditch |
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Been outside and seen it all |
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You are the master, you know it all |
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Made yourself a number |
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And your time is now |
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You fit in the program |
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And your blood is fine |
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The skin is perfect |
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And your heart is in time |
