| You knee in front of thee
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| You little wannabe
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| This is a last test
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| You thought you were the best
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| It looks into your eyes
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| Which used to hide your lies
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| They are so blue cold and empty
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| Then it touches your hair
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| And with a calm voice it will ask
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| Your final question
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| Do you feel
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| Do you think
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| Do you see
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| Do you hear
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| Do you know — love?
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| Was the beginning destination
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| And the reason for an end
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| You try to stay calm
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| The fear inside grows stronger
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| A hand on your cheek caresses your lips —
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| Which never kissed — but used to lie
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| They’ll hide or change the truth no longer
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| No longer, no longer
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| As a hand slips now between your teeth —
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| Which just are white —
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| And used to bite the ones who gave you love
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| It forces and pushes your tongue
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| Slowly down your throat
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| You’ll feel as if you inhale all your hate at once
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| It feels like a painful urge
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| When it grabs your lungs and slowly pulls them out
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| The same way you used to lie about —
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| Your feelings which you killed inside
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| So you got used to hate outside
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| You thought like this you rule the land
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| But look what I hold in my hand |