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Wake up, |
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Grab a brush and put a little (makeup), |
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Here you go create another fable |
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You wanted to, |
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Grab a brush and put a little makeup, |
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You wanted to, |
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Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, |
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You wanted to, |
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Why'd you leave the keys upon the table, |
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You wanted to, |
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I don't think you trust, |
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In, my, self righteous suicide, |
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I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die, |
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Wake up, |
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Grab a brush and put a little (makeup), |
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In my, self righteous suicide, |
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I, cry, when angels deserve to die |
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Father, Father, Father, Father, |
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Father Into your hands I commend my spirit, |
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Father, into your hands, |
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Why have you forsaken me, |
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In your eyes forsaken me, |
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In your thoughts forsaken me, |
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In your heart forsaken, me oh, |
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Trust in my self righteous suicide, |
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I, cry, when angels deserve to die, |
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In my self righteous suicide, |
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I, cry, when angels deserve to die. |