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Faceless nameless what're you thinking of |
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Your head hanging low in the city of angels like a moth in box |
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Walking barefoot, you lost |
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Like a living deadman you stalk the empty streets your dirty clothes in shreds |
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Sickened by your lust it's all the same to you |
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Dust to dust no one to blame |
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Cause we are all the same |
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We're all losing the game |
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You can suffer sure you can to see if you still feel |
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Yeah you can hurt yourself |
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You can laugh you can cry |
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Carry a cross but it won't make you a man |
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Little boy ride away dont stare at me that way v I'm reaching for a hand |
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Now the flames are closing in |
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I don't know who i am |
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But i can see through you |