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You were not supposed to be here |
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You were not supposed to see this |
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This is not me, this is not me |
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This something acting on this body |
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You should not have come so suddenly |
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You should have knocked and you wouldn't have seen |
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Rats in the cellar, rats in the cellar |
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Just ignore the vermin and forget the whole thing |
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The truth won't hide |
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What sort of man am I? |
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To set these traps |
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And kill these rats |
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I must expose the lie |
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You didn't make these rats appear |
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When you don't see them, they're all still here |
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This is not you, this is not you |
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This is how I hide my sin from my fear |
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The truth won't hide |
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What sort of man am I? |
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To set these traps |
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And kill these rats |
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I must expose the lie |
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This one's inside |
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This one's inside |
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You can see its beady eyes |
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This one's inside |
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This one's inside |
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I can't clean my charcoal soul |
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What I need is the hand of an exterminator |
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The truth won't hide |
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What sort of man am I? |
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To set these traps |
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And kill these rats |
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I must expose the lie |
