| Every action is another nail in the
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| Coffin of the name I was honored
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| Enough to represent
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| Never want look back and say I never lived
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| I’m living with the fear that I’m becoming
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| What I hate
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| I’m warming to everything I’m against
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| What you see in yourself
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| Is what you see in the world
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| What you see in yourself
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| Is what you see in the world
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| I should know I should know know better
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| I should know I should know know better
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| I should know I should know know better
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| I should know
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| Every action is another nail in the
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| Coffin of the name I was honored
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| Enough to represent
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| Never want look back and say I never lived
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| I’m living with the fear that I’m becoming
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| What I hate
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| I’m warming to everything I’m against
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| Self prescribed and unaware
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| This will leave us like the walking dead
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| Self prescribed and unaware
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| This will leave us like the walking dead
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| Don’t judge a book
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| By its cover
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| All my books
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| Have broken spines
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| When the ink has dried
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| You’ll write me off
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| What you see in your yourself
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| You see in the world
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| Better to have loved than lost
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| Than to have loved at all
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| When the ink has dried
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| You’ll write me off
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| Every action is another nail in the
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| Coffin of the name I was honored
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| Enough to represent
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| Never want look back and say I never lived
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| I’m living with the fear that I’m becoming
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| What I hate
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| I’m warming to everything I’m against
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| Don’t judge a book
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| By its cover
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| All my books
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| Have broken spines
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| When the ink has dried
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| You’ll write me off again |