| Making the distinction between life and lore
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| Odds favor the former when you wear a mask
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| Masochism forming in the reflection
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| And I’m trying not to turn into a psychopath
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| Better to have lost it then to find it tossed out
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| That’s what I’m telling myself
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| Wasn’t I better than nothing?
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| Making a decision about steamed or fried
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| Wanted to be needed, so I fed my cat
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| Think I’ll keep to myself for the next few days
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| Feel a buzz that can’t be bottled, smoked or canned
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| Sabotaging life just to find something to write about
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| Why was it always this way?
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| And did I do it on purpose?
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| Waking from a vision that the schizoid built
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| Listening to puddles swallow melted snow
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| Spring has sprung and finally it’s not cold outside
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| And I’m thinking about the places that I want to go
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| Passion dissipates when it’s fastened to
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| The faces we wear only to become them
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| Lying to ourselves everyday becomes incredibly easy
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| Yeah, it’s incredibly easy
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| Yeah, it’s incredibly easy |