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You are the answer, you never talk |
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You have no question, you are a thought |
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You are the answer, you're shaped and emblazed |
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Through the holes in my cover, [you're] something I made |
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You are the answer, my truthful response |
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My final saying when everyone's gone |
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You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong |
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[A] hollow idol [on the] tip of my tongue |
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You're my disgrace and my self-made war |
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And I don't want to remember faith anymore |
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[I'm] wasting myself in the name of a fake |
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You were made for me by mistake |
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Oh wash away |
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Oh wash away |
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You had nothing to say |
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You were made for me by mistake |
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I had nothing before, then I had you |
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I was denying, now I refuse |
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[I've] never been young, you'll never grow old |
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My life's in my words [and my] hands they are cold |
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[I] never made sense but now I disturb |
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And I'm bashing my goods against the door of the world |
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Oh wash away |
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Oh wash away |
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You had nothing to say |
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You were made for me by mistake |
