| So take them off, the blinders that cover your eyes
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| Don't break new ground, just follow the beaten path
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| Well, all I can do in the end
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| Is bury it in the cellar
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| And only a fool would pretend
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| To blame it on the weather
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| It's so dangerous
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| All this blamelessness
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| And I feel like I lost all the good I've known
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| It's so dangerous
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| All this shamelessness
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| And I feel like I'm watching a tumor grow, yeah
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| Now take them down the roses you smothered, they died
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| I hear the cries of souls you have eaten since
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| We all must revere and defend
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| The fortune of the teller
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| We all must subdue and suspend
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| Belief that this gets better
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| It's so dangerous
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| All this blamelessness
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| And I feel like I lost all the good I've known
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| It's so dangerous
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| All this shamelessness
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| And I feel like I'm watching a tumor grow, yeah
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| Please, just say you know you won't be satisfied
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| Not unless you know your name is verified
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| God, I hope you choke on hate and stomach bile
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| Even as you sing the praise of feticide
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| Please, just say you know you won't be satisfied
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| Not unless you know your name is verified
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| God, I hope you choke on hate and stomach bile
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| Even as you sing the praise of feticide
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| It's so dangerous
|
| All this blamelessness
|
| And I feel like I lost all the good I've known
|
| It's so dangerous
|
| All this shamelessness
|
| And I feel like I'm watching a tumor grow, yeah
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| And I feel like I lost all the good I've known, yeah
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| And I feel like I'm watching a tumor grow, yeah |