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(Bators - Secich) |
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your lies and decieving diplomats |
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can't reach me where i'm hiding at |
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you'll find you have no powers over me |
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i'm in a place where no one's been |
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it's free of greed and all your sin |
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and weapons that are lying to your mirror |
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i wanna forget you just the way you are |
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so i won't be lonely here without you near |
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(cause i can't afford your tears) |
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late night high rise blocks of cold |
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with burgess growing gracefully old |
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t.v. patterns glow where i must go |
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dark creaking floorboards changing walls |
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the corpse sharing sheets that leaves in morn |
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i'm shaking in the chill of t.o. noon |
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the silent subway's rubber grin |
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laughs at the poise 'n arrow change i'm in |
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you're starting finally drive me sane |
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the oriental shopkeep waves |
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from glen road to a better grave |
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returning to the stance you loved me for |