| And the picture frames are facing down
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| I’m running from the truth
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| Distorted images of you
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| And you insist that you were right
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| But the facts show you were wrong
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| I’m holding my ground
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| Not looking down
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| You don’t know what I have been through now, this time
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| Well I wish you would keep your mouth shut now, this time
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| And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts
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| To you I can’t describe and you’re always on my mind
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| And I’ll pretend I’m content now
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| But I’m miserable this life
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| Now the end is on its way
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| You don’t know what I have been through now, this time
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| And I wish you would keep your mouth shut now, well this time
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| I don’t care what you think…
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| So tell me I was wrong
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| As I’m forced to slit your throat
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| You’re dead, you’re a bloody mess
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| You think this is just a joke
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| Well my knife is in your throat
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| You’re dead, you’re a bloody mess
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| Yeah…
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| Now you’re dead
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| Yeah, you’re dead
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| You just lie
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| I don’t know what…
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| Everything you said was a lie
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| I don’t care what you have to say about me…
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| Show you what it’s like…
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| Just lie… |