| TELL ME SOMETHING ‘BOUT THE HURT THAT YOU FELT
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| AND THE HAND YOU‘VE BEEN DEALT
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| AND THE ABYSS THAT YOU DWELT IN
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| TELL ME ALL ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LOST
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| AND THE UNTHINKABLE COST OF A LIFE HELD IN CONTEMPT
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| HOW YOU BROKE IT‘S FINGERS IN PURE DISGRACE
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| HOW YOU GOT RID OF YOUR SPINE AND YOU SPIT IN IT‘S FACE
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| DON‘T NEED YOU AND YOUR ‘I‘M FINES‘
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| YOU TREADED OVER ME BUT I‘M STILL ALIVE
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| ALIVE AND WELL, MY OWN LIVING HELL
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| OVER A FROZEN SOUL YOU CAN‘T HOLD YOUR SPELL, WITCH
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| NOW TELL ME SOMETHING ‘BOUT THE REAL YOU
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| THE ONE THAT BATHED IN PERFECTION AND WAS NEVER TRUE THE ONE WHO SEVERED ALL
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| THE COMPOUND TIES
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| WITH REALITY AND SEEING THROUGH CLEAR EYES
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| BRAG ABOUT THE HARDSHIPS THAT YOU NEVER FELT
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| GOOD INTENTIONS ONLY CAME FROM THE HAND YOU‘VE BEEN DEALT
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| SO FUCK YOU |