| Somehow everyone thinks you’re okay
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| You’d think they know better by now
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| You’re still insane
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| You pray, drown in your penitent shame
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| Waiting for the judgment day
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| You fall from grace
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| And everybody says they’re sorry
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| But sins won’t wash away
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| Bleed your eyes out 'til you’re dried out
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| If nothing else will do you know it’s hard to
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| Say you’re sorry when there’s nothing further from the truth
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| And nothing left to lose
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| Bind faith, everyone’s culprit to blame
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| Forgiven but you’re living in pain
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| Your twisted fate
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| Escape the prison inside of your brain
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| Of memories fading to grey
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| Makes you insane
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| And everybody says they’re sorry
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| But sins won’t wash away
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| Bleed your eyes out 'til you’re dried out
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| If nothing else will do you know it’s hard to
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| Say you’re sorry when there’s nothing further from the truth
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| And nothing left to lose
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| Left to lose
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| To lose
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| And everybody knows you’re crawling
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| And everybody sees you falling
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| And everybody knows you’re sorry
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| But sins won’t wash away
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| Bleed your eyes out 'til you’re dried out
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| If nothing else will do you know it’s hard to
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| Say you’re sorry when there’s nothing further from the truth
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| And nothing left to lose
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| Left to lose |