| I test myself, and wind up testing you
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| I’m sure you hate how I test you like I do
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| Drop me down so I can stand on my own like a sponge
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| Standing there soaking up every passing word
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Dressed in black, oh, bleeding out by the tracks
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Your brother had a much kinder mother
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Express myself, whatever else
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| The time has come to pay for what I have made
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| A kind of shrine in the bathtub, it’s melting away
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| Acid in the drain will melt them ugly stains
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Explore your bones with X-Rays
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Your brother had a much kinder mother
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| All the words left in the world
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| Aren’t enough anymore
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| Just keep in mind the need to be
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| Full of everything
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| Will slowly blind your peace of mind
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| Till it melts all away
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Explore your bones with X-Rays
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Your brother had a much kinder mother
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| Did they really sell you away?
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| Did they really sell you away? |