| Trapped beneath the noise, stuck in undertow
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| I know it’s the end of the road
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| Still the gospel rage and the cold bloodflow
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| I know
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| What you see is what you get
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| Nothing more and nothing less
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| What you see is what you get
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| No excuses, no regrets
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| So hold on tight and don’t forget
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| What you see is what you get
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| Cut from bleeding dreams, dust and shattered bones
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| I know it’s the end of the road
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| Reality collides with the stardust in my eyes
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| I know
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| What you see is what you get
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| Nothing more and nothing less
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| What you see is what you get
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| No excuses, no regrets
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| So hold on tight and don’t forget
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| What you see is what you get
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| And, out of the black, comes a small ray of light
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| The light, I walk to the light
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| I’m falling apart at the seams, but I’m here, so lonely
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| The light goes away and it all turns to black, so black
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| There’s nothing blacker
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| The life of a friend flashes by, but I’m still here, lonely
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| What you see is what you get
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| Nothing more and nothing less
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| What you see is what you get
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| No excuses, no regrets
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| So hold on tight and don’t forget
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| What you see is what you get |