| My tongue’s tied and sliced in two
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| And wagging at both ends…
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| Yeah, I’ve learned to talk —
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| Both sides of my mouth makes sense
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| You’ll see the skin of my teeth
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| But you won’t see a smile
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| So here it is, the big truth
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| Hiding in the little lie…
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| My throw decides my aim
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| And with a phony voice
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| — Unserious to the end
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| As if I had a choice…
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| Here’s my heart; |
| my hope’s drowning
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| Here’s my eyes; |
| the light is blinding
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| Here’s my hands; |
| my feet are running
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| Here’s my head; |
| my ass' coming … yeah!
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| I’m naked but still stripping.
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| Luxury tends to be the same every day
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| But I know misery’s for each in his own way.
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| I count on amputated fingers who I call a friend
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| The end is hard when brought about
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| By what you thought made sense…
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| My throw decides my aim and with a phony voice
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| — Unserious to the end as if I had a choice…
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| Here’s my heart; |
| my hope’s drowning
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| Here’s my eyes; |
| the light is blinding
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| Here’s my hands; |
| my feet are running
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| Here’s my head; |
| my ass' coming — yeah!
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| I’m naked — but still stripping.
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| Some people live so close
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| To their bones; |
| with just themselves to be
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| But I run around; |
| inside myself
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| — Like something’s after me
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| I take off my skin
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| Underneath there’s nothing
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| Everything’s gone … A naked skeleton!
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| Piece of an arm piece of a leg
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| A piece of my tongue
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| And peace for everyone…
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| Here’s my heart; |
| my hope’s drowning
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| Here’s my eyes; |
| the light is blinding
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| Here’s my hands; |
| my feet are running
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| Here’s my head; |
| my ass' coming … yeah! |