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I have nothing left to prove. |
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No demonstrations, no explanations. |
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There was never any intention for me to convince you. |
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It's just another case of you with your formless sense of importance. |
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You're breathing fire and your words are burning in hell. |
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This rebellion is marching to its disarray. |
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It talks in circles and it's words are burning in hell. |
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You are every inch of neutral. |
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So avert your senses from my dedication. |
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Wash my skin down to my stubborn and proud skeleton hands. Yeah... |
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It's just another case of you with your formless sense of importance. |
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You're breathing fire and your words are burning in hell. |
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This rebellion is marching to its disarray. |
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It talks in circles and it's words are burning in hell. |
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You're not getting under my skin! |
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Yeah... You're not getting under my skin! |
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You're not getting under my skin! |
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You're not getting under my skin! |
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You're not getting under my skin! |
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You're not getting under my skin... under my skin! |
