| I use to follow you and the distant light
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| I fought and died believing all the lies.
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| I’ve earned my stripes
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| It’s a bad day for the good guys
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| I maybe difficult
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| I don’t play games
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| I am sacred and profane
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| You don’t know enough to come out of the rain
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| You say that «Boy's good for nothing
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| He’s got a witch in his brain.»
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| Rising from the floods
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| The dreadful harmonies
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| Free…
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| Cast Away. |
| Ahhohhhhhh…
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| The smell of Nylon
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| Alters, smeared makeup and sharp blades
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| My Goblins, they chase away the pain
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| (I am LEARNING.)
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| All my tears have been cried
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| From where I sat, you seemed so far up
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| I earned my fucking stripes
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| I’m still measured by the holes
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| Immune to venom, just look at my torso
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| You’ve weaved a WASP
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| (An unfaithful drone.)
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| All things covered in stings
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| I was painted in the intervals, the art of losing outlines
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| Less keen but sharp and dangerous
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| Rising from the floods, the dreadful harmonies
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| We’ll part as enemies
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| Ah ah…
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| The currents are deep and dragging me down
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| I shelved these broken bones
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| (Like you said)
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| «The devil looks after his own»
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| Cast Away. |
| Ahhohhhhhh…
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| The smell of Nylon
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| Alters, smeared makeup and sharp blades
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| My Goblins, they chase away the pain
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| (I am LEARNING.)
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| All my tears have been cried
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| From where I sat, you seemed so far up
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| I earned my fucking stripes
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| I’ll stay still
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| The truth ain’t always kind
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| Clean faces hide dirty minds
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| I’ll stay still
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| They inject venom with kissing honeycomb patterned lies
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| (How am I surprised?)
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| (You don’t believe?)
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| Un-Earth-and-see…
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| There’s new drones and new queens
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| But I’m UNIQUE
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| Hide me in the shadows of their wings
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| Let the damage be done when I STING…
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| NOW I STING…
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| I got room to maneuver
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| CONFIDENCE…
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| NOW I STING…
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| I got room to maneuver
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| CONFIDENCE… |