| I walk the streets alone
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| On feeble bones I ride
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| My sins are etched in stone
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| I got no place to hide
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| Well, I was unshakable
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| In what I did believe
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| I feel so breakable
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| But have I been deceived
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| You showed me your paradise
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| And your carnival of souls
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| But my heart keeps telling me
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| That ain’t the place to go
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| Well, I’m not invincible
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| So I want you to leave
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| Well, I’m so convincible
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| But have I been deceived
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| I take your words and try them on
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| (Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, boy)
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| You tell me one size fits us all
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| (Yeah, like an old straightjacket)
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| Well, tell me why I’m so afraid
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| All my words are spoken
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| All my words are spoken
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| All my words are spoken
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| In a stolen prayer
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| I remember yesterday
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| When things were black and white
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| Never thought I’d get confused
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| On what was wrong and right
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| Well, I’m not unbreakable
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| With armor on my skin
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| Well, it’s not unthinkable
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| I could be fooled again
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| I take your words and try them on
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| (Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, boy)
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| You tell me one size fits us all
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| (Yeah, like an old straightjacket)
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| Well, tell me why I’m so afraid
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| All my words are spoken
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| All my words are spoken
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| All my words are spoken
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| In a stolen prayer
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| You steal another minute from my life
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| You cut a little deeper with your knife
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| You steal a little breath from my air
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| And you don’t care
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| And even though I’m chokin'
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| All my words are spoken
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| I take your words and try them on
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| (Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, boy)
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| You tell me one size fits us all
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| (Yeah, like an old straightjacket)
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| Take this world and try it on
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| (Man, you’re lookin' good boy)
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| Stick your neck out on the block
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| (So you won’t miss nothing)
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| Stretch your finger, grab your hair
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| (Don't you feel like screaming)
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| Feel the blood rush from your veins
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| (Now you’re a perfect zombie)
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| Now I’m down on my knees
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| All my words are spoken
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| All my words are spoken
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| (All my words are spoken)
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| (All my words are spoken)
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| All my words are spoken
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| In a stolen prayer |