| I wear my skin like it’s not a problem
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| Or is it a problem for you?
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| My past writes the page I walk on
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| Today writes the past for
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| I wage my war in the name of living
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| Or is it the killing you choose?
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| The pill is a bright condition
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| The pain but the souls I use
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| (Night comes in, night comes in)
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| I, I wish you happiness
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| I, I wish you all success I do
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| Time will bring you many things
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| Life will bring you all good things
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| I wear my skin like it’s not a problem
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| Or is it a problem for you?
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| My past writes the page I walk on
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| Today writes the past for
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| I wage my war in the name of living
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| Or is it the killing you choose?
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| The pill is a bright condition
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| The pain but the souls I use
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| (The pain but the souls I, the pain but the souls)
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| I wish you well; |
| my mind is made up for me
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| I see your hell; |
| my mind is made up to be
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| I know your pain; |
| my mind is made up for me
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| I see your hate; |
| my mind is made up to be
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| Punch back punch back
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| You’re so fucking easy, punch back throw
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| Punch back punch back
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| You’re so fucking easy, punch back throw
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| Punch back punch back
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| You’re so fucking easy, punch back throw
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| Punch back punch back
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| You’re so fucking easy, punch back
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| I wear my skin like it’s not a problem
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| Or is it a problem for you?
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| My past writes the page I walk on
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| Today writes the past for
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| I wage my war in the name of living
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| Or is it the killing you choose?
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| The pill is a bright condition
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| The pain but the souls I use |