| Suppression makes a weight
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| That strips the life of everything
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| Too scared to walk away
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| Down in your heart
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| The image of a life
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| You’re dying just to be there
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| Just crying on your knees
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| Be weary of the things you want
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| (The thorn in your paw)
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| You can’t predict what’s coming
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| (You crave)
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| Unlock your fingers from my hand
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| You never see the things you have
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| (There's always a way)
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| Slice up and not across when
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| (To change)
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| You’re trying to make the deepest cut
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| Illusion makes a gape
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| That kills the flow of everything
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| Too dumb to walk away
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| Down in your mind
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| You never even tried
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| You’re dying just to be there
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| Just crying on your knees
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| You couldn’t say her name in a single way
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| You never found the time
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| She didn’t make a sound when she hit the ground
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| In the image of her life
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| Be weary of the things you want
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| (The thorn in your paw)
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| You can’t predict what’s coming
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| (You crave)
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| Unlock your fingers from my hand
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| You never see the things you have
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| (There's always a way)
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| Slice up and not across when
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| (To change)
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| You’re trying to make the deepest cut
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| Be careful of what you desire
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| (The thorn in your paw)
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| You can’t predict what’s coming
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| (You crave)
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| Unlock your fingers from my hand
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| You never give the things you want
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| (There's always a way)
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| Slice up and not across when
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| (To change)
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| You’re trying to make the deepest cut |