| Forget my past in your game
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| This is just a bruise
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| This is just the mirror meant to show the truth
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| Dusty eyes set free to rise, changing over soon
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| Dusty eyes to see now the changes in you
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| Your hand’s so cold
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| Forgive me Your hand’s so cold
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| Forgive me I can’t breathe this poison
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| It strangles little girls
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| The marks of pain remaining
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| Upon her face a pearl
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| A trail for all, a sinner’s ball
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| Stare with hungry eyes
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| A trail for all the sinners
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| Staring as you rise
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| Your hand’s so cold — forgive me Your hand’s so cold — forgive me All that’s left until the end
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| All that’s left, our time be damned
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| Your hand’s so cold
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| Oh, forgive me This is the mirror
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| It reflects what is real
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| Sinners stare as you rise
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| And they kill with their eyes
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| This is the end
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| Our time may be damned
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| As you trip, as you change
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| As you slip out of range
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| This is the mirror
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| It reflects what is real
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| Sinners stare as you rise
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| And they kill with their eyes
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| This is the end
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| Our time will be damned
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| As you trip, as you change
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| As you slip
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| Your hand’s so cold
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| Forgive me Your hand’s so cold
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| Forgive me All that’s left until the end
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| All that’s left, our time be damned
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| Your hand’s so cold |