| Born burnt inside a black mass
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| A fraction less than others
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| A select sickness keep me hid
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| Ravaged by others
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| What craft, obsession brought me down
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| What men see pleasing
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| But who, who can I please?
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| You’ll stare at me in a fantasy
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| Love me through the lens
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| Our memories falling on my knees
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| Touch me through the fence
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| No future, fear this ugly wave
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| It’s more trash than water
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| I’m done sticking for more blood
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| And I just get water
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| Should I lay with my head bowed down?
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| Exist in exits
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| But where, where can I exist?
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| You’ll stare at me in a fantasy
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| Love me through the lens
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| Our memories falling on my knees
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| Touch me through the fence
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| Where can I let the ghost in?
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| Where can I let the ghost in?
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| Where can I let the ghost in?
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| Where can I let the ghost in?
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| When rest comes easy fall asleep
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| Let bad men fail us all
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| You’ll stare at me in a fantasy
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| Love me through the lens
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| Our memories falling on my knees
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| Touch me through the fence
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| You’ll stare at me in a fantasy
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| Love me through the lens
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| Our memories falling on my knees
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| Touch me through the fence |