| Every time you roll another lie
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| Twist your view of the real
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| Of all the ways you could have handled it
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| You chose the right to conceal
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| You can’t bleed if you don’t have the blood
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| You won’t see until you stop the flood
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| Distorted fields of frantic blame
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| Bend your view of the real
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| You could have learned to stand up straight
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| You could have tried to feel
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| You can’t bleed if you don’t have the blood
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| You won’t see until you stop the flood
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| Distorted fields of broken words
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| Cloud the air we breathe
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| Let’s cut it back to the bone of truth
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| And see what hides there alone in the dark
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| You can’t bleed if you don’t have the blood
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| You won’t see until you stop the flood
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| You can’t bleed (Couldn't give up, couldn’t give up)
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| If you don’t have the blood (Couldn't let up, couldn’t let go)
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| You won’t see (Couldn't give up, couldn’t give up)
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| Until you stop the flood (Couldn't let up, couldn’t let go) |