| Not a dream, but a memory, memory
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| And it makes me sick
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| In my head, many enemies, enemies
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| But I catch on quick
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| Snicker-snack, I’ll collect your teeth
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| Dollface ruin, have some tea
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| Trapped in a past that I can’t forget
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| But you can’t help me now
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| I’ve got to find my own way out
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| Teetering is my sanity, sanity
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| On the thinnest wire
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| Now this train’s going off the rails, off the rails
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| And into the fire
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| And from the ashes I will rise
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| Hundreds of little butterflies
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| Needles and leeches and pills oh my
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| But they can’t help me now
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| I’ve got to find my own way out
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| I spy a leash for a brand new pet
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| I will not be your marionette
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| Just when you think that it’s too late
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| I can devise my own escape
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| Wearing the skin of a soul who cares
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| I can detect what’s under there
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| Keep piling on all your thoughts and prayers
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| But they can’t help me now
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| I’ve got to find my own way out
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| I’ve got to find my own way out
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| I’ve got to find my own way out
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| Who can I trust?
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| Where is my home?
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| What is the truth?
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| What have I done?
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| Who can I trust?
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| Where is my home?
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| What is the truth?
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| What have I done?
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| Who can I trust?
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| Where is my home?
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| What is the truth?
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| What have I done?
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| Who can I trust?
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| Where is my home?
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| What is the truth?
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| What have I done? |