| It’s not disgrace
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| No not deceit
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| That make a stricken heart expire
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| Bereft of meaning
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| Misery on display
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| It seems best to conclude the fight
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| But tell me who if not you
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| Could pull that head out of the noose?
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| Anhedonia
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| It ain’t what you say, it’s what you don’t do
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| Anhedonia
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| You’ve had it coming cause
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| The truth is ugly like you
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| A sugar-coated
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| Smile won’t do the job
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| Let it freeze you into cold blind doubt
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| You play the cheapest
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| Cheap trick of them all
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| It seems best to close everything out
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| But tell me who if not you
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| Could choose the actions that you do?
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| Anhedonia
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| It ain’t what you say, it’s what you don’t do
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| Anhedonia
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| You’ve had it coming cause
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| The truth is ugly like you
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| You might have given some more blood
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| Dragged yourself through some more mud
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| Though you can’t recall ever pushing your luck
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| It keeps eating you up
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| You feel stuck
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| You feel fucked
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| But you’re not the victim
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| Slowly the poison the bloodstream fills
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| It’s not the lies, it’s the truth that kills
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| Anhedonia
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| It ain’t what you say, it’s what you don’t do
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| Anhedonia
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| You’ve had it coming cause
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| The truth is ugly like you
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| Ugly like you |