| I’m wiping the slate spotless
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| But I vow this is your final chance
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| Almost all but little faith has been
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| Thrown out the window
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| I promise to sustain my stance
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| You’ve taken everything
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| From the get go
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| And you’ve given nothing in return
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| Your sado-masochism has reached
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| The ninth inning
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| Still you’re puzzled to see I’m concerned
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| Struggling, to come to terms with
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| This God-awful life that I live
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| Stumbling, but still I try
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| To get out from under your grip
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| Transparent in critical moments
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| You drop me
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| When your hands aren’t full
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| You call yourself my closest friend
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| Then you make yourself invisible
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| My simmering blood is rising
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| Primed and ready to explode
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| Get off your high horse
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| Come to the party
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| I’ll beat you into overload
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| Only through your limited viewpoint
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| You think you know how I exist
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| Easy to turn my back on the system
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| Hard not to be an atheist
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| Back in the days
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| When promises were made
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| Equality for all
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| You go by the word
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| From the man who gives it
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| Never expecting a fall
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| Struggling, to come to terms with
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| This God-awful life that I live
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| Stumbling, but still I try
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| To get out from under your grip
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| Transparent in critical moments
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| You drop me
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| When your hands aren’t full
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| You call yourself my closest friend
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| Then you make yourself invisible
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| Transparent in critical moments
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| You drop me
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| When your hands aren’t full
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| You call yourself my closest friend
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| Then you make yourself invisible
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| Make yourself invisible
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| Make yourself invisible
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| Make yourself invisible again
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn
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| Burn, burn, burn, burn
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| I never should’ve trusted
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| I never should’ve trusted
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| I’m sickened and disgusted
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| I never should’ve trusted
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| What happened to me?
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| What happened to me?
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| What happened to me?
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| What happened to me?
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| Back in the days
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| When promises were made
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| Equality for all
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| You go by the word
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| From the man who gives it
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| Never expecting a fall
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| Transparent in critical moments
|
| You drop me
|
| When your hands aren’t full
|
| You call yourself my closest friend
|
| Then you make yourself invisible
|
| Transparent in critical moments
|
| You drop me
|
| When your hands aren’t full
|
| You call yourself my closest friend
|
| Then you make yourself invisible
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| Make yourself invisible
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| Make yourself invisible |