| To find the strength to carry on
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| You put the marks into your body
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| You talk at length how you’re alone
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| And bitch at all the famous parties
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| Yeah
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| Such a vision of pure loneliness
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| What an image you profess
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| Don’t you turn and walk away
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| Cause you’re getting me depressed
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| In hopes you’d never be alone
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| You bore your cross around your body
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| It was in bad taste
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| Immolate and gaudy
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| Boy, you look familiar
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| You’re a vision of the loneliness
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| Add an image to the press
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| You turn and walk away
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| Cause you’re happily depressed
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| Inventing your own love loss
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| You invent your own success
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| I’m giving you a name boy
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| You’re poor Role Martyr-X
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| You’re a vision of our loneliness
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| Like the ones that predecessed
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| Return in other ways
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| When they’re pleasantly suppressed
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| Unlimited in lowliness
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| You’re a ringer for success
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| I hope you find your pain boy
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| Our poor Role Martyr-X
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| Get your gun, get it
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| Get your gun, get it
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| Get your gun, get it
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| Get your gun and get away from me
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| Go
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| One takes one, get it
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| One makes one
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| Is it, one hates one
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| Is it, one eats one to make a way for me
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| So we’re the visions of your loneliness
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| From an image on TV
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| Don’t turn and walk away
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| You’re depressed so happily
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| Inventing your own love lost
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| Envisioning success
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| I hope you die of pain, our
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| Poor Role Martyr-X;
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| In a visionary loneliness
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| There’s a pattern that repeats
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| I really hate to say but
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| There’s a similarity
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| Pontificating loves lost
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| He bitches when he’s blessed
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| Your living is in vain boy
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| Our poor Role Martyr-X
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| Since I am the most humble
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| I am the most humble
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| I am the most humble man in the world
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| I am the most humble
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| I am the most humble
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| I am the most humble man in the world |