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GoStop pretending that you're better |
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You're as guilty as all the rest |
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You're planning shelter from this division |
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A ruined cities aftermath |
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Some people call it tragedy |
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I call it moving on |
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I never asked for you to care |
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I never wanted the things you've got |
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And now you're praying for your rapture |
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As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards |
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You will be there, dancing on my grave |
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It's so pathetic you care so much |
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About what other people think |
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Practice all your lies in the mirror |
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For every possible line you face |
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So when you push me down the well |
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Will you even call for help? |
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You'll tell everyone you know |
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You tried to rescue me yourself |
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And now you're praying for your rapture |
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As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards |
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You will be there, dancing on my grave |
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You disgust yourself, you believe in nothing |
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You'll deny yourself, every happy ending |
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It's in your head you'll discover |
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You're not as consequential as the rest |
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In your hand you'll recover, a notice of the truth |
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You failed, you failed me |
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And now you're praying for your rapture |
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As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards |
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You will be there, dancing on my grave |
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And now you're praying for your rapture |
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As your ego begins to crave the attention of cowards |
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You will be there, dancing on my grave |
