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Blinded in the land of the one-eyed. |
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Took a walk the day |
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I died. I'm a dream in a clutch of nightmares, a coward who dares. |
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Afloat in the dirt underground, the singer and the sound. |
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I'm the voice and the word, the prayer. |
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Suffocated by air. |
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They told me fire would burn, but it doesn't matter anymore. |
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The wound in my back, the best place for your knife to turn. |
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But now I know it's |
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PAINLESS. |
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Pushing through the rock of future. |
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Still drowning in the past. |
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The mighty icon of stubbornes. |
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The iconoclast. |
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All skin and bones. |
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The flesh is just dead. |
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I, I, I, I grow fat with hatred. |
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I know pressure will blow. |
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Don't get caught in the blast. |
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From the dark into the black. |
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Throwbacks always have to go. |
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But now I know it's |
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PAINLESS. |
