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I've watched you all succeed with the highest marks in greed |
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From my cave, where you're displayed like photographs that bleed |
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And my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes |
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I am hate everlasting with each sickly spell I'm casting |
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I discard all feelings, the stars scar my ceiling |
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Sun, I won't spare you, Moon, I, I won't spare you |
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And my pain is mine, it's become my friend with time |
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Chia-like, it grows, watch it fester for my foes |
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One day, I'm gonna get up, get right back into the city |
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With my flamethrower mouth, you bet your life it won't be pretty |
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I discard all my feelings, as the stars still scar my ceiling |
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Whoa, I won't spare you, whoa I, I won't spare you |
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Photograph (bath) Photograph (bath) Photograph |
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Why'd you have to go and take a picture of a life like that? |
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You aren't new enough |
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I give up, I give up, I give up on you |
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Look at you, look at you, look at you |
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Pretty boy floating face down in a pond of glue |
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You aren't new enough |
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We give up, we give up, we give up on all those like you |
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I discard all feelings, the stars scar my ceiling |
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Whoa, I won't spare you, whoa I, I won't spare you |
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Won't spare you, won't spare you, I won't spare you |
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I shall grow and grow, I'll grow... |
