| I’ve got a mouth full of roses that cover the cuts
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| There’s thorns in my cheeks where the skin turned to rust
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| With lips around flowers are all that you see, I’m dying to spit it out
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| We’re all dead inside
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| We’re all dead inside
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| We’re all dead inside and you know it
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| We’re painting our faces to try not to show it
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| Over and over, the work never ends
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| I’m digging in circles, I break before bend
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| We don’t remember the lender that sold our soul
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| We just remember the painter that brushed us gold
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| I’m ripping my hair out to use as a brush
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| I’ve run out of colors to use as a crutch
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| I’m painting a picture with words I can’t say
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| But look on the inside, we’re all black and gray
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| We’re all dead inside and you know it
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| We don’t remember the lender that sold our soul
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| We just remember the painter that brushed us gold
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| We don’t remember
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| We don’t remember
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| I’ve been searching my whole life for something with meaning
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| But all I found was bleeding, all I found was bleeding
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| I’ve been looking my whole life for something of worth
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| But there’s nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt
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| How can we live when we die every day?
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| How can we live when we die every day?
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| How can we live when we die every day?
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| How can we live when we die every day?
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| How can we live when we die every day?
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| How can we live when we die every day?
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| Fuck it
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| Yeah
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| We don’t remember the lender that sold our soul
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| We just remember the painter that brushed us gold |