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See what the world has made me |
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A bogus heart of gold. |
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Sweet talk is never real |
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Just evil lies |
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I've told. |
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I see the mark of the victim |
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I see the mark of the trusting soul. |
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I take the face of the innocent |
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And rub it into the world. |
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Then I have to turn my back. |
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With nothing ever promised |
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I can't take all the blame. |
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I keep my spirit callous |
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And leeches far away. |
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I see the mark of the victim |
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I see the mark of the trusting soul. |
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I take the face of the innocent |
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And rub it into the world. |
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Then I have to turn my back. |
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Though I'm wrong and heartless now |
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I can find it in myself to live with it |
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Though I caused the pain you feel |
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I'm gonna have to turn my back |
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Though I'm wrong and heartless now |
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I can find it in myself to live with it |
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Though I caused the pain you feel |
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I'm gonna have to turn my back |
