| Take a look at my life
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| Take a look at my love
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| Take a look at my soul
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| Baby you can’t save me
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| And you don’t know
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| There’s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road
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| Go
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| I got to many problems
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| And not enough solutions
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| A brain that make you people think I’m lost and gone delusional
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| And america loves it
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| Another sunken battleship
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| Another stranded photo book with all my pictures plastered in it.
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| And I ain’t got a pass
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| But still I’m walking like a free man
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| Holding on to heaven
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| While questioning why I feel damned
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| And…
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| This is something that I’ve tragically adapted to.
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| Cellophane my heart to pull the knife out of my back from you
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| And god won’t tell me if he wants me to live
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| Don’t speak to me in the way you portray in your hymns
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| Don’t breathe through me in the way that you say that you live
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| And don’t treat me differently when satan insists.
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| And this is it.
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| I gotta hold it to the grain
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| Gotta breathe life into this desert I roam in shame
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| Oughta leave frights window sill and leap from it’s pain
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| And paint one city block within my unedible fate
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| It goes…
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| I can’t taste it…
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| Take a look at my life
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| Take a look at my love
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| Take a look at my soul
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| Baby you can’t save me
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| And you don’t know
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| That there’s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road
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| Go
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| Take a look at my life
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| Take a look at my love
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| Take a look at my pain
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| Baby you can’t save me
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| And you don’t know
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| That there’s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road
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| Go
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| And I can’t taste it.
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| Cause it all gets lost
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| Can’t register it’s meaning till I figure out it’s cause
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| So don’t you look at me like just another feather
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| Falling from the wings of the angels sent to protect you
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| I’m tragic,
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| And it all now shows
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| Blacking out before the rain comes and waking up soaked
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| I try to pretend that I’m far from what painfully close
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| And face the displacement of hating what I faithfully chose
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| But this is obvious.
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| And that’s exactly why you freeze
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| When you crawl behind my eyelids and peep what I’ve been seeing
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| When you fall into your silence I find out what they mean
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| When they say that it’s the quiet ones that always wanna scream so…
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| Hush
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| It’s not about your words
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| Your force fed holiness will only make it worse
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| Your law drenched loneliness is schorching the burns
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| Of what god really feels like compared to your words
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| It goes…
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| I can’t taste it…
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| Take a look at my life
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| Take a look at my love
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| Take a look at my soul
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| Baby you can’t save me
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| And you don’t know
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| That there’s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road
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| Go
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| Take a look at my life
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| Take a look at my love
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| Take a look at my pain
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| Baby you can’t save me
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| And you don’t know
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| That there’s an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road
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| Go |