| I can look around a room
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| And see that we have secrets
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| That we keep in our brains till the guilt builds up
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| And slowly starts to eat us till we break
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| I don’t like it anymore
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| Here comes the bitch to kick down the door
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| Dragging me down to hell through the floor
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| Could you lock me up like before
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| God I feel so free
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| In this cell you made for me
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| I’m a prisoner of my mind inside a skeleton chassis
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| This is unstoppable
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| We’re hoping for the impossible
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| We turn on ourselves like animals
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| Our cages are intangible
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| But everyone’s a guilty soul
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| But everyone’s a criminal
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| I am a criminal
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| I’m a criminal
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| I’m a criminal
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| I am a criminal
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| I’m a criminal
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| I’m a criminal
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| You think you know me but I’m not what you expect
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| So walk away before I drop you to the deck
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| I think I know you but you’re not what I expect
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| I’ll turn around before you stab me through the neck
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| This is unstoppable
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| We’re hoping for the impossible
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| We turn on ourselves like animals
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| Our cages are intangible
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| This is unstoppable
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| We’re hoping for the impossible
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| We turn on ourselves like animals
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| Like mother fucking cannibals
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| I am a criminal
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| I am a criminal
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| You are a criminal
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| You are a criminal
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| We are all criminals
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| We are all criminals
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| They are all criminals
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| Everybody pointing fingers
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| They are all criminals
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| Your lover is a criminal
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| Your lover is a criminal
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| Your lover is a criminal
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| Your lover is a criminal
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| Let me out |