| Did you think it would never run dry?
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| In the blink of an acid raining sky
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| Fortified devils and waters of wine
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| My body’s melting in what’s left behind
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| Don’t blame the mannequin for the tangles in his strings
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| Or call him a fake for the costume that he’s wearing
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| You don’t see the puppeteer out of sight and out of mind
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| Just as long as you don’t put up on a light you’ll be fine
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| You’ll be fine
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| Did you think it would never run dry?
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| In the blink of an acid raining sky
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| Just when you feel like you taking your last breath
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| Something in a back of your mind says it over again
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| It’s not over yet
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| Don’t blame the mannequin for the tangles in his strings
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| Or call him a fake for the costume that he’s wearing
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| You don’t see the puppeteer out of sight and out of mind
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| Just as long as you don’t put up on a light you’ll be fine
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| You’ll be fine |