| Broken, damaged
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| How long till we’re sick of it?
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| Broken, damaged
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| How long till we’re sick of it?
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| I won’t listen to the piercing eyes of the living dead
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| Broken, damaged
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| How long till we’re sick of it?
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| Broken, damaged
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| How long till we’re sick of it?
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| You’ll be asked to make them talk
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| Every idol in which you believed
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| Will you be surprised when they can’t walk?
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| With forked tongues, cut in half
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| Will you be surprised when they can’t walk?
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| Will you be surprised when you can’t make them talk?
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| You’re the only person
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| The only one that you hate worse than me
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| I’m your favorite scapegoat
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| But you’re the one, the one who’s diseased
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| Chasing after the things that you want
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| Forsaking the things that you need
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| Be afraid, be afraid when you listen to me
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| Your eyes look so empty
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| Withdraw yourself into your island
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| Your eyes look so empty
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| Withdraw yourself into your eyelids
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| What did they do to you?
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| Who hurt you? |
| Why are you so…
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| Why are you so… So sick
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Your false pride and your devil inside
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| I won’t be afraid to say that I love you
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| To say that I care
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| I’m not afraid to step away from them all
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| All of the pillars of salt that surround you |