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Look at you all, clutching your guitars |
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As if it makes a difference to who you really are |
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Does the picking of a string stop the ticking of the clock? |
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When will this curtain fall? |
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How did you carve that psalm? |
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I'm sorry but your intellect is really not that sharp |
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You're drowning so you plagiarize what you wish to become |
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A stone masquerade so cold |
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What's real about this story? |
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What's real? |
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Am I safe? am I safe to be alone? |
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When all around are lost |
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Consumed by my indifference and left to count the cost |
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Of all the bleeding hearts who suffered you because you told them... |
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You told them you were someone |
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What's real about this story? |
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What's real about this picture? |
