| 2 years gone
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| Came back as some bones and so cynical
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| This skin don’t feel like home
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| It’s all overgrown but you’ll never know
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| Take the mirror from the wall so I can’t see myself at all
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| Don’t wanna see another damn inch of my skull
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| Forget the poems of saints and ghosts
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| I’m the one I fear the most
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| Little did I know that I was only crying wolf
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| I know it’s so wrong but I’m so far gone
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| Don’t need you to tell me I’m so cynical
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| Quit being so over-skeptical
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| Don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| I don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| Push and pull
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| Oh it’s all getting old
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| No I didn’t want this throne
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| Only fools make feasts of gold
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| They rot the fruit on tables
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| When did I get so pitiful
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| Just a goddamn corpse in a centerfold
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| You got my back against the wall
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| And now I can’t ever get comfortable
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| No I never sold my soul
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| If I ever do throw my bones to the wolves
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| No I never sold my soul
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| No I never sold mine
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| I know it’s so wrong but I’m so far gone
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| Don’t need you to tell me I’m so cynical
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| Quit being so over-skeptical
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| Don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| I don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| I don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| No I never sold my soul
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| No I never sold my soul
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| No I never sold my soul
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| No I never sold my
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| I know it’s so wrong but I’m so far gone
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| Don’t need you to tell me I’m so cynical
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| Quit being so over-skeptical
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| Don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| I don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable
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| I don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable |