| Callous as you were
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| I can’t believe you’re calm
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| I thought you’d be a mess
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| Of conflict and regret
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| But there you stand so tall
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| A smile across your face
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| All shaven and cologned
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| But I can see no one’s close enough to appreciate it
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| Go ahead, you look to the side
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| As people shine your shoes
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| It doesn’t matter to me anymore
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| You’ve lost your talent to bruise
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| But oh, the legacy you leave
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| Has left me out of breath
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| The only place it leads
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| Is to the death of a virgin part of me
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| Now you’ll always worry
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| There’s poison in your cup
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| And beggars at your door
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| When you think of us
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| You’ll wanna feel the coolness of the floor against your face
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| But there’s no time to rest
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| For your forever chased
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| By the cold, cold, cold, coldness
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| Now you’ll always worry
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| There’s poison in your cup
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| And beggars at your door
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| When you think of us
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| No no, I’m not gonna taste it no more
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| No no, I won’t |