| Step out of the mould, look at yourself
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| realise you’re not who you thought and no one could tell
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| Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
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| mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can’t be wrong
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| Walk the plains of existence, see there’s nothing left for us
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| hollow structures give into weight, straw used as bricks fool now it’s too late
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| The missing pieces won’t fall into place
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| the fount of contempt flows, now come have your taste.
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| Tried to abide all of your lies
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| to my face you hid poison thorns in sweetened disguise
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| Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
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| mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can’t be wrong
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| Given everything heart, soul, mind and skin
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| dedicate to the cause
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| Lost my way again, now this is my sin
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| doomed to live what is left, with the thought
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| With the thought
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| Step out of the mould, look at yourself
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| realise you’re not who you thought, and we all could tell
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| Now whittle away all the pieces, till everything that matters is gone
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| mind hanging from a thread, what feels so good can’t be wrong. |