| It makes a lot more sense to be slapped in the face
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| with the truth than to die from a lie
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| It makes a lot more sense to ask questions,
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| open your mouth and be fed
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| Than to keep it closed and just starve to death
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| All these dreams come rushing back to play
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| when the sickness dissipates
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| Endless nights of sweat and cold
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| illusions take the stage
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| Put it off, is it really me conjuring these things
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| I may never understand the things I see after I’ve fallen asleep
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| This is something I want, this is something I need
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| To extinguish a fire that I will no longer feed
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| Because I have burned in the fire, yes I have burned in that fire
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| Just to prove that I am a man, all to no avail
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| Because in the ashes is stand
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| All to no avail, because in the ashes I stand.
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| All these dreams come rushing back to play
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| when the sickness dissipates
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| Endless nights of sweat and cold,
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| illusions take the stage
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| Put it off, is it really me conjuring these things
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| I may never understand the things I see after I’ve fallen asleep |