| In my cave
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| I can be myself
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| It’s just up the way
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| On the levy of Hell
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| Lookin' out from here
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| From behind the glass
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| I love the people
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| But hate the mess
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| I got everything
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| That a loner could want
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| Just me and a window
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| At night I will haunt
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| Lookin' out from here
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| From behind the glass
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| I am the ghost of my own past
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| Well, did you get it from your mother?
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| Well, did you get it from your dad?
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| Well, did you get it from your sister, baby?
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| Well, did you get it from the man?
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| I wasn’t always this strange
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| Well, somethin' made me sick
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| My weak ties untied
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| All my friends are dead
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| Well, lookin' out from here
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| From behind the glass
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| I love the people
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| But hate the mess
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| Lookin' out from here
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| On the levy of Hell
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| I don’t blame my parents
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| I blame myself
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| Well, did you get it from your mother?
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| Well, did you get it from your dad?
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| Well, did you get it from your sister, baby?
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| Well, did you get it from the man?
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| C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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| C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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| C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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| C’mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot |