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We are born alone and weak |
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Back to black old and meek |
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Our time here is so short |
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Right to life or abort |
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I don't know or who could say |
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When all that comes will go away |
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Some are victims, some are slaves |
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Some are sunshine, some are graves |
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Some are lost, some are found |
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Some are tight and some unbound |
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Could you ever come back through |
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Without becoming back and blue |
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Your words are hollow, your voice is noise |
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You practice lines for all the boys |
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You play with people just like games |
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You're good with faces but you're bad with names |
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Nothing's true if nothing's not |
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You're never colder than when you're hot |
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Well There really ain't no more surprises |
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Like a dead savior |
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One that never rises |
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You got two faces, one is death |
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You taught yourself to steal their breath |
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The other face lights the room |
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Like the mask of love and doom |
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Who are you? |
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Or who could say? |
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But very few can ever get away |
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The scared were never born that way |
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But slowly made from day to day |
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From night to night, from year to year |
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They swallowed almost every tear |
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The flesh will kill the spirits hold |
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And most will do what they've been told |
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Well There really ain't no more surprises |
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Like a dead savior |
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One that never rises |
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You hang with priests, you hang with thugs |
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On mountain tops and under rugs |
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You change your name every day |
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No one knows who you are that way |
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You read the signs with empty eyes |
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And give your love to alibis |
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Get me back, get me in |
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With you it's either the saving or the sin |
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I've been bought but you've been sold |
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Never hotter than when you're cold |
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Well now I want to disappear |
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And get myself away from here |
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Well There really ain't no more surprises |
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Like a dead savior |
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One that never rises |
