| You look at me like it’s my fault to fall out of line
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| I wasn’t blessed with four of a kind
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| Can’t you try to understand what it feels like
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| To never get to know how it feels right?
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| It’s f*ckin' cold inside
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| Why don’t you feel alive?
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| Am I already dead?
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| Am I already dead?
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| Wearing a mask
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| Covering my mind
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| Leaving you blind
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| Too blind to identify me
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| To hear me, to see
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| To understand and to feel me
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| Am I my very own psycholeptic nemesis?
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| I’m getting sick and tired of this shit
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| Can you tell me? |
| Am I the only one?
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| Who can see the dark side of the sun?
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| Wearing a mask
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| Covering my mind
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| Leaving you blind
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| Too blind to identify me
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| To hear me, to see
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| To understand and to feel me
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| Wake up in a sea of sweat
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| Take off 'cause it will suck you back
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| To the dark side of the sun
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| It ends before it even has begun
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| Wake up in a sea of sweat
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| Take off 'cause it will suck you back
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| To the dark side of the sun
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| It ends before it even has begun
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| It’s f*ckin' cold inside
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| Why don’t you feel alive?
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| Am I already dead?
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| Am I already dead?
|
| Wearing a mask
|
| Covering my mind
|
| Leaving you blind
|
| Too blind to identify me
|
| To hear me, to see
|
| To understand and to feel me
|
| Wearing a mask
|
| Covering my mind
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| Leaving you blind
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| Too blind to identify me
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| To hear me, to see
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| To understand and to feel me |