| You try to contest a lie which you probably told
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| A dead vendetta sustained when we’re all too old
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| Prone to dig down in grounds where you shouldn’t go
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| (You get a red light)
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| A life without oxygen, whispered in the breath
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| You couldn’t breathe or leave alone
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| And you wanted a reason to go
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| Does anybody understand this mind?
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| Am I out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| Does anybody understand these times?
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| Am I out of sequence
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| Or in my mind, the day I cried?
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| Out of sequence
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| Or in my mind, the day I cried?
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| You’re born to a crest, obsessed with the family stones
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| Your hands made of wax attack the flames in which you throw
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| Facts from your aftermath that you can’t deny
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| (You get a red light)
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| A sign two split minds is just the difference of an eye
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| (You get a red light)
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| And you wanted a reason to cry
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| Does anybody understand this mind?
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| Am I out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| Does anybody understand these times?
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| Am I out of sequence
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| Or in my mind, the day I cried?
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| Does anybody understand this mind?
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| Am I out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| Out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| Out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| Out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| Out of sequence
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| Or in the times, the day I cried?
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| The day I cried
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| The day I cried
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| The day I cried |