| Civilized my disguise
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| Twisted mask you wear to hide from
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| Sideways eyes and your crooked frown
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| Your crooked frown
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| Cynics grind, clouds my mind
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| A tiny thorn in my side and it’s digging in
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| A little slip in the spine and it’s bringing me down
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| Bringing me down
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| It’s a tick, tick, ticking time bomb
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| Of being sick, sick, sick in your mind
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| Not a kid anymore
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| How could I be so bloodthirsty?
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| How could I be so bloodthirsty and kind at the same time?
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| At the same time?
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| Great divide, I got a ticket to ride
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| A little dose of escape pod capsules keep the tongue untied
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| It’s a tick, tick, ticking time bomb
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| Of being sick, sick, sick in your mind
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| Not a kid anymore
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| How could I be so bloodthirsty?
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| How could I be so bloodthirsty and kind at the same time?
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| At the same time?
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| How could there be this war in me?
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| How could there be this warfare in my mind?
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| Bloodthirsty and kind at the same time
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| Civilized my disguise
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| A little dose of escape pod capsules keep the tongue untied
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| How could I be so bloodthirsty?
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| How could I be so bloodthirsty and kind at the same time?
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| At the same time?
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| How could there be this war in me?
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| How could there be this warfare in my mind?
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| Bloodthirsty and kind at the same time
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| At the same time, at the same time |