| The vultures feasting on my carrion
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| See if they can pierce through the rust
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| They think there’s nothing to it
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| But they’re too blind to see
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| I don’t need them to tell me who I am… not
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| I’d do it myself but I just cannot
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| And they think there’s nothing to it
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| But they’re too cold to feel
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| There is no then, only now
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| I wanna love but don’t know how
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| Fame and fortune, pain and torture
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| They’re the same
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| Insane
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| I’m only good at destroying brain cells
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| The drunk robot I am
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| But that ain’t nothing, right
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| Why’s the truth so hard to see?
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| It’s wrapped in misery
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| Then along came you
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| The one who pierced right through
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| I thought there’s nothing to it
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| But I am too cold to feel
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| I’ve got my misery
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| There is no then, only now
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| I wanna love but don’t know how
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| Fame and fortune, pain and torture
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| They’re the same
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| Insane
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| Misery hates company
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| Misery hates company
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| Misery hates company
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| This misery hates
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| You were right all along
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| I strongly advise you to turn around and go
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| I know there’s nothing to it
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| And nothing’s all that will remain
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| We are the same, the same
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| Invisible
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| Invisible
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| Invisible
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| Invisible |