| I hear you
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| So don’t you say another word
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| Here you are standing there crushing yourself
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| I’m near you
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| But my eyes see a different world
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| Now here you are, standing there
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| Breaking my heart as you’re crushing yourself
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| Now lately you’ve been painting on the walls with the black fire you lit
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| Then you call it your mirror
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| And then you hate it
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| And then you spit on it
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| Sorry you’re not a god
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| Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
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| So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes
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| Sorry, but you’re not God
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| Sorry, but you’re not God
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| I hear you
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| But I can’t recognize even a sentence as truth
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| Who lit that black flame in your heart
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| And I’m near you
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| But my words land far from your heart
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| You turn your back and I don’t know where to start
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| But lately you’ve been painting on the wall with the black fire you lit
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| And it’s a lie and I hate it
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| Still you think it is you
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| And you keep it
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| Sorry you’re not a god
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| Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
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| So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes
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| Sorry, but you’re not God
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| Sorry, but you’re not God
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| Sister I’m sorry but it’s not your call
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| To create a lying image of yourself
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| Sorry you’re not a god
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| Sorry you’re not a god
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| Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
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| So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes
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| Sorry, but you’re not-
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| Sorry, but you’re not-
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| Sorry, but you’re not God
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| But there is hope sister |