| If you know one thing, know yourself
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| Because you can’t know someone else
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| This is not an exit, I still remain at large
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| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
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| Now I know that there’s just nothing inside
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| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
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| Now I know that there’s just nothing inside
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| Darkness leads to coloring
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| Even bright days
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| Would be painful without shade
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| (Shade. Shade. Shade.)
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| This is not an exit, I still remain at large
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| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
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| I lack the pieces of a human being
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| Darkness leads to coloring
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| Even bright days
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| Would be painful without shade
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| Horror leads to comedy
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| Even artists execute negative
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| Space between every victim
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| (This is random)
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| Why do I tear you apart?
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| (Start destruction)
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| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
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| Now I know that there’s just nothing inside
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| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
|
| Now I know that there’s just nothing inside
|
| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
|
| Now I know that there’s just nothing inside
|
| Now I know there’s nothing inside me
|
| Now I know that there’s just nothing inside
|
| Darkness leads to coloring
|
| Even bright days
|
| Would be painful without shade
|
| Horror leads to comedy
|
| Even artists execute negative space
|
| If you know one thing, know yourself
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| Because you can’t know someone else |