| Talk is cheep
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| I can’t afford the price of wasted time
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| Who will reap the profit of the lie?
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| Fantasy
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| Illusion fusion impressions of a high
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| Sacred is the being of the lie
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| Drawn is a picture of myself
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| It’s all that I see leaving
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| Gone are the cries I heard for help
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| The mirror spits reflections of a lie
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| Are you waiting for a chance?
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| Won’t happen standing in the rain
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| Damage done
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| The truth is drowning in a sea of hate
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| Wet, they wear the fiction like a badge over their hearts
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| Drawn is a picture of myself
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| It’s all that I feel bleeding
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| Gone are the cries I made for help
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| The mirror spits reflections of a lie
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| Feed my head, I’m hungry for a lie
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| Be sure and teach your children well
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| To use it pure and slow
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| Be sure they teach their children
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| Be sure the children’s children
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| Slight of hand, slight of word
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| Slight to believe the absurd
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| Feed my head, I’m hungry
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| I’m hungry for a lie
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| Drawn is a picture of myself
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| It’s all that I see grieving
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| Gone are the cries I made for help
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| The mirror spits reflections of a lie
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| Feed my head of a lie
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| Feed my head reflections of a lie
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| Feed my head
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| Feed my |