| This life’s not inventing
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| The fighting in me has ceased
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| When it looks like I’m
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| Growing
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| Thin
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| And
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| Weak
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| Please don’t hesitate to cut the leash
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| It’s only a matter of time
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| Before I inherit my bloodlines evils
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| I don’t think it’s wise for me to get close to too many people
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| My bruises seem to be breeding
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| And my boys becoming a landing strip for flies
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| In the mirror watching blood dry
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| Trying to cut out the bags beneath my eyes
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| My skin is turning grey
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| I haven’t bathed in days
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| Please don’t encourage me
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| I’m enslaved I can’t be saved.
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I cant be saved
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I cant be saved
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I cant be saved
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I cant be saved
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I cant be saved
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I cant be saved
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| Enslaved I can’t be saved, Enslaved I can’t be saved |