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You might think you are perfect |
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A specimen of light |
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And shifting blame |
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With your middle finger |
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You're so transparent |
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Your words mean nothing |
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And once again you are the victim |
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In this moment, you'll fall from grace |
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When they're calling out your name |
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Will you be there to answer |
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Or will you ask for an invitation |
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Will you be there forever? |
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I watched your beauty fade away |
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(You became nothing) |
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And it was sickening |
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There's blood on your hands |
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Your broken fingers |
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And still you think you are the victim |
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Our lives are broken |
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We'll never get them back |
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This journey ends with you |
