| In the dark days,
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| I’ll part ways with the blame, trying to maintain
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| But it’s still all the same, it’s all a game
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| Hear my name in the rain,
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| And the pain I wear on my face with a tear stain
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| You feign fondness,
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| And honestly it’s time to give you a piece of my mind
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| And show you that you’re blind and,
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| In the design, of the world I call mine
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| Know that you can’t stand on both sides of the line
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| Everything is my fault
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| (It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
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| The problems have two faces
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| Everything is my fault
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| (It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
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| The problems have two faces
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| Pass all the blame over to me
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| It will come eventually
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| Take the time out to examine
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| All these questions honestly
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| With my eyes shut I’m seeing the truth in your words
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| The absurd, slurred into beauty to be heard
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| You swim through deceit, the lies that you tell
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| The stories you sell, knowing you well
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| I keep distance. |
| And every instance,
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| You keep your thoughts concealed
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| What I feel, just another spoke in the wheel
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| All or nothin', thrown down and trampled by your heel
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| And eaten away by my own version of the real
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| Everything is my fault
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| (It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
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| The problems have two faces
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| Everything is my fault
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| (It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
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| The problems have two faces
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| Pass all the blame over to me
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| It will come eventually
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| Take the time out to examine
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| All these questions honestly
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| (Darkens to black)
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| Nothing, thrown down
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| (It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
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| Trampled by your heel
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| (Play the game and win a tear stain)
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| Eaten by my own
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| (Pass the blame 'cause you’ll feel it if you don’t)
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| Version of the real
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| (I'll scar dead and get your mind, get your brain)
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| (Darkens to black)
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| Nothing, thrown down
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| (It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
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| Trampled by your heel
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| (Play the game and win a tear stain)
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| Eaten by my own
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| (Pass the blame 'cause you’ll feel it if you don’t)
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| Version of the real
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| (I'll scar dead and get your mind, get your brain) |