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sick of guessing what's behind your eyes |
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i ask for truth and all i get is lies |
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the shrinking violet in your flacid mind |
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thinks he's cool but all you do is whine |
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and now you stand there and demand your half |
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when i have given to you all you have |
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don't make me laugh at that demo play |
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you're sick and tired of my clever word play |
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you find it hard doing things my way |
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you've done your part so tell me why do you stay |
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i assume your silence is a foil for rage |
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you can't find words even at your age |
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the space between us is the cloak you wear |
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to hide your feelings oh you just won't dare |
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to reveal the visage that's behind your mask |
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we have the answers but you just won't ask |
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don't make me laugh at that passion play |
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you're sick and tired of my clever word play |
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you find it hard doing things my way |
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you've done your part so tell me why do you stay |
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now i pick up the entrails of another dead affair |
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i assume the mantle that i knew you could not wear |
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you never had the confidence to leave yourself exposed |
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to the gaze of the tiny minds it's my mission to explode |
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is this more like it can you get into the groove |
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or are you paralysed still too scared to move |
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you are naked you are rooted to the spot |
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i am the walrus and it's clear that you are not |
