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This is it |
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Nothing has ever been any clearer |
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The little voice inside my head says: |
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Finish me |
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I am defected |
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Resurrected |
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Then rejected |
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Born to catastrophe |
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That's how I know you're right |
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Makes no sense |
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Now I think there's something wrong with me |
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There's something wrong with you |
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Photograph for the inoculated. |
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It's a scab. Infected, incubated. |
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Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it. |
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Make this pure. |
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I won't lie |
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But if I tell you the truth you will run |
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I won't try |
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But honestly this is so much fun |
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Born |
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And then live |
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Now you die |
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Repeat it, repeat it |
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But you kick. |
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And you scream. |
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And you cry. |
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Why me? Why me? |
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Yes, you're the one that we want |
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No denying |
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Photograph for the inoculated. |
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It's a scab. Infected, incubated. |
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Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it. |
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Make them pure. |
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I won't lie |
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But if I tell you the truth you will run |
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I won't try |
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But baby I'm having fun |
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Please let me explain everything. |
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Violence to unblock the sun. |
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Violence is the only cure. |
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Maggots will be the monetary. |
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Kill me to make something scary |
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It is a crime |
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It's a drug |
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Make the choice |
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Make your choice |
