| Ruth, think about the hope we waste, everyday we erase
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| Ruthie can’t hear me at all
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| I come home
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| Another story to own
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| This one speaks highly of you
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| In notes of the cruel
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| And lying is like murder, it’s easier each time
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| There is only one more step towards your prize
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| Open their eyes, open my eyes
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| If we could be anything, I’m a dirty monster
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| Once I remember forget
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| Lies confess, eyes undress
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| Your eyes are covered in tarp
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| We buried your heart
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| And lying is like murder, it’s easier each time
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| There’s only one more step to reprisal
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| Open their eyes, open your eyes
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| I’ve got the sickness, I’m the proteg', I’ve been blessed
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| I am diseased boy, catching now like all the rest
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| We are revenge, we are progress, we regress
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| Hypercynical, hypercynical, hypercynical
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| I dreamt murder, ending my regrets
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| One thing to depend on is the union of killers and liars
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| Open your eyes |