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Here I can hold em off for a whileat least till |
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I think of a wayto make them see what |
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I gotta showand to make them feel what |
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I already know nowpour the gas all over melight a match say a prayer and set me freeturn your cameras on this burning boy |
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Ill be the life of an image you can't destroyto see me here is to pass me byand to watch me live is to watch me dieyour conscience ignored your panic spreadyoure whimper in the wind that no one saidyou crucify what you fear hold up to the light make it shinethe desperation in my eyes is no dim reflection |
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I won't disguisebut you never listened too afraid to givenow |
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I'm giving up on youto save face and deny you've lost your chance for a better wayassassinate the threatimmortalize the corpsewrite a book about the showand sell it to the sourceriddle me this and |
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Ill share your world aroundhang me on your wall and |
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Ill bring your hurt down |
