| Behind a mask, a man can bask only
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| For so long before being exposed
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| To the sun
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| The moon is up, a whisper of
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| «'Till death do you wrong»
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| Patients bother a patient doctor
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| Plastics itch, and bandages the
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| Aftermath won’t add up to this.
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| The fever breaks
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| It would take a masochist
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| To live like this
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| I buried my wife today
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| Restitution for my sanity
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| Chasing demons dressed like me Their eyes are not like mine
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| Ignorance is divine
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| Instincts are reduced to teeth
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| That bite the hand that feeds
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| Fear thy father love thy martyr
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| The verdict of the jury hung on The weight of what has become
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| A starry night, a vengeful wish «it doesn’t have to be like this»
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| I buried my wife today
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| Restitution for my sanity
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| I buried my wife today
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| Restitution for my sanity
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| Sound the alarm and make
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| No mistake about this
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| All the king’s horses and all the king’s
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| Men have been sent to put this boy back
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| Together again, but somehow, he must
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| Have been predicting the fall
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| Caged rats, experiments
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| A brain with no oxygen
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| Release all the hostages, you’ve got
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| To wash your hands of this
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| Caged rats, experiments
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| A brain with no oxygen
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| Release all the hostages, you’ve got
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| To wash your hands of this
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| murder, murder, murder, murder |