| Stop where you are, how’d you make it so far, with that look in your eyes
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| Staring down evil, pretending that people can change
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| But now your body is gasping, for breath knowing that death will reveal your
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| disguise
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| Is it worth to you, to be different and strange
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| And they’ll say you don’t belong, just a nightingale stuck in a swan song
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| No one will give you reason to open your eyes
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| So how can you claim, that two hearts are one and the same
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| When you’re selling your stories, for less than it’s worth to be spending your
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| time
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| Don’t make me laugh you were first in your class with those buster brown shoes
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| And those were the days before drugs stores and playgrounds were one
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| And its been too many years, four, five, six, seven, eight, more reasons to you
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| Wasted your charm in a fight with an army of one
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| You tried hard to fake it, training was basic by singing them blues
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| Well is it worth to you, when you’re killing someone
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| Is it worth it to lose, when the winners don’t run
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| It is worth it to you, to be subject to change
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| Is it worth to you, to be different and strange
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| So you don’t belong, just a nightingale stuck in a swan song
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| No one will give you a reason to open your eyes
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| So how can you claim, that two hearts are one and the same
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| When you’re selling your stories, for less than it’s worth to be spending your
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| time |