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Twenty Six years and seems like, |
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I've just begun |
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To understand my, my intimate is no one |
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When the director sold the show, bought its last rites |
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They cut the cast, the music, and the lights |
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This is my line, this is eternal, how did |
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I ever wake up here? |
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Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear |
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal |
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Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned |
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To this nature so unnatural, |
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I remain alone |
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Twenty Six years and still speaking in this tongue |
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Such revelations, while understood by no one |
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When the new actor stole the show, questioned his grace |
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Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste |
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This is my line, this is eternal, how did |
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I ever end up here? |
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Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear |
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal |
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Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned |
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To this nature so unnatural, |
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I remain alone |
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Give me something, give me something |
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Give me something, give me something |
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Give me something, give me something real |
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I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle |
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Everyday another small piece can't be found |
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I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow |
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The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit |
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Pieced together incomplete and empty |
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This is my line, this is eternal, how did |
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I ever end up here? |
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Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear |
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal |
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Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned |
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To this nature so unnatural, |
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I remain alone |
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This is my line, this is eternal, how did |
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I ever end up here? |
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Discarnate, preternatural, my prayers to disappear |
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Absent of grace, marked as infernal |
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Ungranted in dead time, left me disowned |
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To this nature so unnatural, |
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I remain alone |
