| Long live the eerie strange of lie soaked beauty
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| Synthetic impression fills the gash of imposing danger
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| Satire feeds the flame to awake hostility
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| Full blown premonition gun down to solid ground
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| Free will can starve prestige
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| Disassemble mental structure and drops the weight to hide prosperity
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| And when the lights go out
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| We’re stripped down reckless
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| And when the lights go out
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| We’re stripped down to nothing
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| Say it isn’t so easy
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| Caved in controversy withstands the test of time
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| Enlists salvation’s anthem — pinpoints the enemy
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| Open fire penetration drags the scene of substance
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| Relieves coded acceptance to yield any temptation
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| The call of strangers in self deception
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| Makes attraction so much harder to swallow
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| Repairs a bitter bleeding conscience
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| Crown the tender keepsake that fathoms
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| The beating of prediction sells the heat
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| To fill the air with accident
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| Limits persuasion
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| Long lost but not forgotten
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| Manipulation’s sudden crush
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| Sugar coats the compliment
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| And those scars in the landscape
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| They’re all dressed to kill
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| An infamous victim of shocking truth
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| Crafts the skill of never saying you’re sorry
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| For what I’ve done |