| What you found sure upset you
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| Never saw it coming did you?
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| It’s easy to be surprised
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| With both your eyes sewn closed
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| Handled with great precision
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| Another faultless execution
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| You’re the subject of this exhibition
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| A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver
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| Scalpel, sutured, made whole again
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| These cuts are leaving creases
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| Trace the scars, fit the pieces
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| To tell your story, you don’t need to say a word
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| Call off the cavalry
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| You can’t save a wretch like me
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| Clean this with kerosene
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| If you can’t leave it be, might as well make it bleed
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| Scalpel, sutured, made whole again
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| Your wires are frayed, can’t fire right
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| You look better when out of sight
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| You were not made to stand and fight
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| There’s something better wrong with you
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| Your pulse is anemic, you’re tired of the fire
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| You’re bruising too easy, and falling behind
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| And no one is waiting for you (X4)
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| For you (X2)
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| Call off your quarantine
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| You can’t save the rest from me
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| Clean this with kerosene
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| If you can’t leave it be, might as well make it bleed
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| Scalpel, sutured, made whole again
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| again (X8)
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| Your wires are frayed, can’t fire right
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| You look better when out of sight
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| You were not made to stand and fight
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| There’s something better wrong with you |