| See my eyes can’t see clear
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| Cause their coated in fear
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| Shut down the left hemisphere
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| And it sent me here to abort
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| My intentions of thought
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| Or of thoughtful cause are no more and no less
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| See over there
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| There’s a storm in the west
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| Before it gets the best of me
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| This stress will be eased if you undress
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| But I think no less of your soul
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| See how it grows cold
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| I need to evoke before I lose control
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| Of my emotions
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| I don’t want you to see
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| Soul drown in the ocean
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| With my body is spread across the city
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| You see these eyes
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| Can’t see my eyes
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| You see these eyes
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| Can’t see my eyes
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| You see these eyes
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| Girl I can’t see my eyes
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| Are they open wide
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| Or shut dead tight
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| I know you are all fake
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| Cause man I’m the same
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| Well burn at me at the stake
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| Are you content with this game?
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| Are you content with what you’ve made?
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| And when there was days of dark
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| Were you witness when I was torn apart
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| By my own hands and my own heart?
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| Let me tell you girl
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| There’s no room to leave a mark
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| See it’s all just fine if you think it’s okay
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| When in actual fact you think it’s great
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| What can I say?
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| What’s there to say?
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| Well you’re brave
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| So bring the wet wipes I brought the star signs
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| And we knew that tonight would be just fine
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| This ain’t a sign if you think it’s okay
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| It’s just divine, but what can I say?
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| Well you’re brave
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| So bring the wet wipes I brought the star signs
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| And we knew that tonight would be just fine
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| I can’t see my eyes
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| This is no vice
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| This is no vice
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| Can’t see my eyes
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| It’s what was advised
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| By the love of my life
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| Bathed in the core of strife
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| And it was born inside
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| My urge to purge is so bold
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| I need the warmth of a brother to hold
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| I need the warmth of your mother to hold me down
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| So hold me down
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| Can you hear that sound?
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| It came from six feet beneath this ground
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| Let me lay here
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| Girl let me lay here
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| For a little while I’ll obey fear with style
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| You see these eyes
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| Man they sense the light
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| That could be near
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| Can’t see my eyes
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| Can’t see my eyes |