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You smoke-screen with your judgemntal words. |
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But when the air clears you're just a scared little child. |
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You smoke-screen, but your fearful inside |
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That god does'nt love you |
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You let fear run you wild |
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(chorus) |
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When someone is wrong you write them off |
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Never give a second chance |
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What if god had been that strict with you |
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And destroyed you without a second |
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You smoke-screen with your angelic face |
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You look so holy, but you're struggling inside |
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You smoke-screen when you point the finger |
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Cuz no one's looking |
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To see you problem with pride |
