| Well, if you find your way out wandering
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| Walking in a dead man’s shadow
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| If you hit that quicksand running
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| Count me out kid I can’t follow
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| 'Cause I put to rest your revelations
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| I cut the rope, that tie that bound you
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| Still you ate that incarnation
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| Just like the day that I found you
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| Oh you still wear that smile
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| Your crazy whispering denial, sweet nothings
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| I can’t be the only boy
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| Who can see, who believes
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| You’re a fake, you’re a fake magic angel
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| You’re a fake, you’re a fake magic queen
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| Yeah, you suck life out of all what’s around you
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| But you won’t be sucking nothing out of me
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| So move along I’m sick of sad songs
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| Feels just like some ear full of dead air
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| Seen the part where I said so long
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| But this is the part where I don’t care
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| To aid you in your black hole conquest
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| To hear you balled each boy in each barroom
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| Still you flaunt yourself in that same dress
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| And talk how your magazines taught you
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| But you still wear that pout
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| Your crazy words stayed in your mouth
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| Just nothing, I can’t be the only boy who can see, who believes
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| You’re a fake, you’re a fake magic angel
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| Just a gear in this fake magic scene
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| Yeah, you twist and you turn with the times babe
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| You’re a fake in a fake magic machine
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| So pinch me every time I dream
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| This waking life gets weird enough to not want to sleep
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| Seems every time I see you I got secrets to keep
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| And it hurts to know
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| Yeah, it hurts me so
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| That you still wear that grin
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| You’re crazy pissing in the wind
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| Sweet Jesus, I can’t be the only boy who can see, who believes |