| I was born when they took my name
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| When the world turned wicked, when I joined their game
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| But I turned upon them
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| Like you always knew I’d do
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| I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed
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| Split my skull and reached inside my head
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| Pulled out the pictures and wished that I’d forget
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| But you stitched me up then
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| Wiped the blood from off my chin
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| Now I sit on rooftop’s edge
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| Muddy street beneath my swollen head
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| Trying to forget you
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| But we’ve never met
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| And the sky is ripped from the flying clouds
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| The chimneys' mouths spewing smoke around
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| And I can’t stop coughing
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| My lungs just won’t calm down
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| But still I keep grinning
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| As the blood from my face stains the ground
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| A bird, caught in the wires
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| Pleading for help I can’t provide, I’m not that big
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| I hope for the best but nothing changes, I’m sorry
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| But I was blessed with bad eyes
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| There’s a lot that I missed but I don’t mind, I’m not that old
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| I’ll find out what broke me soon enough |