| With absence of your lessons
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| The passion of your crimes
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| Engulfed in heated fires
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| Wet from the sweat of your nights endeavors
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| Does it make any sense to come here tonight
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| Oh they’re trying to confuse you
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| 'Cause nothing works quite right
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| Surrounded by a secret
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| Growing old with your lies
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| You can’t compete with it
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| Where the phantoms reside
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| Can’t run away with it
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| Those phantoms are your lies
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| Haunted by voices from deep in your minds
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| Locked in memories too painful to recall
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| I want to know the truth
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| Surrounded by a secret
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| Growing old with your lies
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| You can’t compete with it
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| Where the phantoms reside
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| Can’t run away with it
|
| Those phantoms are your lies
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| With absence of your lessons
|
| Growing old with your lies
|
| You can’t compete with it
|
| Where the phantoms reside
|
| Can’t run away with it
|
| Those phantoms are your lies
|
| Surrounded by a secret
|
| Growing old with your lies
|
| You can’t compete with it
|
| Where the phantoms reside
|
| Can’t run away with it
|
| Those phantoms are your lies |