| I was lost I was, I was, I was, I was inside the earth
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| They call me faker, but it takes one to know one, dear
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| I was blood, I was, I was, I was, I was unbreakable
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| They call me Satan, but it takes one to know one, dear
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| I, I am not the one likely to dress up as sympathy
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| I, I am not the one, not me, I have no empathy
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| Cause I still got those scars on my knees
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| I am my own disease
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| It’s your life or it’s his, so you, you gonna fight so hard
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| And helicopters screaming over your head at night
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| It’s your loss or it’s his so you, you gonna smoke him out
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| And when the flash comes, I see bones through my fingertips
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| I, I am not the one likely to dress up as sympathy
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| I, I am not the one, not me, I have no empathy
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| Cause I still got those scars on my knees
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| I am my own disease
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| I, I am not the one likely
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| I, I am not the one, not me
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| I, I am not the one likely to dress up as sympathy
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| I, I am not the one, not me, I have no empathy
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| Cause I still got those scars on my knees
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| I am my own disease
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| I was dust I was, I was, I was, I was unbreakable
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| They call me Satan but it takes one to know one, dear |