| A ten ton brick is making me sick
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| Breaking my bones with the weight of it
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| Weight would grow with each new soul
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| Buried fine lies make big black holes
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| Who am I supposed to be?
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| Not like you give a fuck about me but
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| Who am I supposedly
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| When I’m finally done
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| 'Cause I’m finally done
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| With the decisions of
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| My former thoughts and all that I’m made of
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| Yet I’m finally done with the description, oh
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| And I don’t mind saying
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| I’m to blame
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| When Atlas slipped, I lost my grip
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| Yet I didn’t think it could turn into this but
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| I was told by two sweet crows
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| Nobody feels what nobody knows and
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| Who am I supposed to be?
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| If everything good was taken from me and
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| Who am I supposed to be
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| I was overcome
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| But I’m finally done
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| With the divisions of
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| My former thorns with who I may have loved
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| I’m finally done
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| With the dissension, oh
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| And I don’t mind saying
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| Don’t mind saying
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| I’m to blame
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| Oh, this ten ton brick
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| Would treat me like shit
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| This little piggy licked all those lips, yeah
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| And so defined
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| Who threw aside but won’t encumber me
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| 'Cause I’m finally done
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| With the position of
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| My former thorns
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| And all that it may have cost
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| I’m finally done
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| With the decisions, love
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| Now I don’t mind saying
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| I don’t mind saying
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| You’re to blame
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| When you move, you move me
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| You move, you move me yeah
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| Nothing comes from nothing
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| Must mean something in the end
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| Justify the means
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| I need to break you
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| Need to hate you
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| Need to take this back but
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| Taking is like giving
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| If you’re at the other end
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| I won’t pretend to know your feelings
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| I could never break the chain
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| I command you to move |