| Your sweet insanity is whispering in my ears
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| And you speak of honesty by lying to yourself
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| So tell me, do you know any more good stories?
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| Which role should I play?
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| And I can be the least of all of your worries
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| How often can you say
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| Believe me, I'm so sorry
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| But the truth is, I'm not a part of your story
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| My world is incomplete
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| And you've been filling in the gaps with lies
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| And we're all just characters
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| You've written between the lines
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| So tell me, do you know any more good stories?
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| Which role should I play?
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| And I can be the least of all of your worries
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| How often can you say
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| Believe me, I'm so sorry
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| But the truth is, I'm not a part of your fucking story
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| My world is incomplete
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| Where I've fallen at your feet
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| My world is incomplete
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| While you get back on your feet
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| Hanging from this framework of good stories
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| And making your own moral categories
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| However, the wreckage that you leave
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| I've proven to myself that I am very naive
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| I just didn't wanna know (I just didn't wanna know)
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| The large gift of your narrative skill (Narrative skill)
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| More than anything I get to know
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| I get to know that words can kill
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| Hanging from this framework of good stories
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| Of double meanings and parallel worlds
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| Against a wall where souls are hurled
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| My world is incomplete, how often can you say
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| Believe me, I'm so sorry
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| But the truth is, I'm not a part of your story
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| My world is incomplete
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| Where I've fallen at your feet
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| My world is incomplete
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| While you get back on your feet |