| You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful
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| The essence of my sickness that I didn’t need a cure for
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| Pure lore at first, but you’ve blurred the lens
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| My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize
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| My heart and my mind can’t reconcile for my next move
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| Yet I feel like if I don’t make one, then I’ll just lose
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| You got so close to attempt to see through me
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| And if you think that you’ve succeeded, then, for sure, you never knew me
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| See I’ve still got great cards, my hand is impressive
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| You peeped at one heart, and you’re presumptuous, you’re guessing
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| See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand
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| And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand
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| Such a dirty lens, I’ll get a new prescription
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| Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction
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| The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face
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| Bitch, best save face before you close your face
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| Pick a card, any card
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| And take a heart, any heart
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| But not mine, not today
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| Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face
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| Going
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| Farewell, farewell, farewell
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| Farewell, farewell, farewell
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| Going
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| Farewell, farewell, farewell
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| Farewell, farewell
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| Bitch
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| Farewell
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| I’m still singing farewell
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| Making endless loops on the stairwell
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| These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard’s tones
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| False hope — eat it up
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| We can all choke
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| I don’t like to point fingers but the hand looks loaded
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| Try’na play a straight with a damn crook’s motives
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| Burn what you like
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| What I can’t cook sober
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| Sir I’m not an architect but these plans look bogus
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| Marching in place
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| Trail blaze the room in an arsonist’s pace
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| Try’na scale through these plumes
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| I am carbon and waste
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| Not an artist I trace
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| I need your opinion like barf in my face
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| And while we’re all stuck on this partisan race
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| I’m just trying to block it out
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| Please pardon my space
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| Art is my faith
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| I want to see the moon dump my carcass in space
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| Yo what was I saying again
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| Pick a card, any card
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| And take a heart, any heart
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| But not mine, not today
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| Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face
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| Going
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| Farewell, farewell, farewell
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| Farewell, farewell, farewell
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| Going
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| Farewell, farewell, farewell
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| Farewell, farewell
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| Bitch |