| Razor sharp I cut
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| The bull from my life
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| Too blunt your knife
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| To slay this dreamer
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| We might be dogs astray
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| No running line will hold us
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| So rather kick and kill me
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| I’ll be butchered all the same
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| No words are spoken
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| But the world is broken
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| 'Cause I want something
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| Something all wrong done
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| A life instead of mere living
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| Folding crumbling withering oh hell
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| What difference when working the way
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| The crown of my work
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| Is what I shall gain
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| At the end of my days
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| …at the end of my days
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| Daylight awake to a puppet world
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| No strings attach to this body of mine
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| Folding crumbling withering oh well
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| The punished pushed along the line
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| All my actions, all my moves
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| A life all mine to lose
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| The crown of my work
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| A life all mine to lose
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| The crown of my work
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| A life all mine
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| A life all mine
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| Is what I choose
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| At the end of my days |