| Last time I swore it was the last time
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| I’d write these last rites to this last fight
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| By the third time around I’m pretty well versed
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| By the third time it still hurts
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| By the third time I know myself well enough to know
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| 10 years is not enough
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| What is this about this that brings me back?
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| Have I ever even left? |
| But what can I expect?
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| Beauty is radiating through my TV set
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| I find it’s lines still corrupt my mind
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| In it’s image I am defined
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| What is this about this that brings me back?
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| Have I ever even left? |
| But what can I expect?
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| The beauty, I find it still corrupts my mind
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| The beauty, I find, in it’s image I’m defined
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| Forge my body into steel
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| While cognizant that this is not real
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| Flesh and devotion void of emotion
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| Save for an ounce of ineptitude
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| And another song to express
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| My helpless faith in this cage
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| Imprisoned for the rest of my life
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| Programmed into my mind, my eyes
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| I’m fixated, irritated
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| Shallow as far as I can perceive
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| With the disregard of what I believe |