| You start to see it in your face, in the mirror
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| You wipe the blood off the floor, it ain’t clearer
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| You feel the fire down below, you get old, you get home, you reach out yeah
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| your playing god
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| Yes, you see a different you
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| You could say that it’s me wasn’t you
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| You feel the devil on your back, can’t relax, off the tracks, now you’ve got to
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| hurt inside
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| I don’t want you all alone, just to realize
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| The faceless madness of a man, who’s crawling out your eyes
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| I see the sun go down every night right by your side
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| It aches my mind to the shape of the mask that I hide
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| I hypnotized by the ghost of betrayal
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| Blew my
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| A grand magnetic leash on display
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| To prove if I had touched a knife that day
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| Heard the jury like the ghost in my head
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| I don’t want you all alone, just to realize
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| The faceless mouths on the ground and the sounds fall around us
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| I see the sun go on every night, right by your side
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| It aches my mind to the shape of a mask that I hide
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| You start to see in every face in the mirror
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| You wipe the blood off the floor it ain’t clearer
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| You turn around the daze in a daze at the stage trying to figure them out for
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| years |