| I’ve been watching you
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| And it’s a pretty dance you often do, it rings a bell front row and center pew
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| And I can taste them, the edges of your words are trimmed in gold and separated
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| into verses in the back of my tongue
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| And I see ashes on your forehead that aren’t there but I’ve got rug burns on my
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| knees, itching underneath tight denim
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| You’re no different than you’re enemy
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| This is not a competition, but i see you in the corner of my eye you’re keeping
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| score
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| You’re no better than this
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| This is a show that i’ve seen before
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| I’ve seen both sides and i recognize these patterns
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| And it’s in your head, and it’s in your head, and it’s in your head
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| It was always there and it’s in there now and it always will be
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| It’s not their fault, no it’s not their fault, no it’s no ones fault
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| It was in your head, it’s all in your head, and it’s here to stay
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| And i spent one too many nights banging my head against the wall to hear
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| another voice telling me that i’m doing something wrong
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| So excommunicate me
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| You’re no better than the fucked up doctrine that sent me running to your
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| doorstep in the first place
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| I knew better than this
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| You’re better than this
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| You’re better
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| I knew better than this |