| This is my final question
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| Is this your chosen way?
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| I see you want it head-on
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| Another blind display
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| I thought you might be needing
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| So came to claim my prize
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| But you won’t give it up now
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| I wear your cuts and lies
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| You’re on the latest subject
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| I heard you made them smile
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| But you don’t seem to notice
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| That it’s gone out of style
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| I know you helped me over
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| You photographed my shame
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| And you can keep the laughter
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| Just give me back the pain
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| I can’t now
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| You won’t
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| I store me
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| You don’t
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| This is my final question
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| Is there no other way?
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| I see you made the distance
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| They let you have your say
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| You told me all the story
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| Helped celebrate your crimes
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| You wear my worn out glory
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| I wear your cuts and lies
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| Un-tie me
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| Just rip
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| Don’t let me
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| Lose grip
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| I can’t now
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| You won’t
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| I store me
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| You don’t |