| As we have fallen from a dream
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| These eyes have opened wide
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| And welcome a brand new dawn
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| Hearing the truth in cunning lies
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| Suspicious alibis
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| Can’t recognise your misery
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| Your weakness is sure
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| Filthy and shameless
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| Now healed our scars
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| And freed our mind
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| Darkened days are the ones to forget
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| They’re all forgotten, got it
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| And till this day we’re doing fine
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| Take care of your lies
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| And drawn in sorrow
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| Hey misery, are you dead?
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| Are you still open legged through your day?
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| Letting filth slide inside of you
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| So misery did you get
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| What you really wanted in the end?
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| We’re still here
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| And you’re still a whore
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| Let’s not forget that little man
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| Mystery Orical Rocker
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| She had his balls in her hands
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| That dirty snake he surely lied
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| Had her head buried between his thighs
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| His manhood stolen, stolen
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| We’ve recognised your misery
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| Your weakness is sure
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| Filthy and shameless, shameless
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| Now healed our scars
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| And freed our mind
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| Darkened days are the ones to forget
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| They’re all forgotten, got it |