| Wake like a pendulum swinging in circles
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| You can’t relate to
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| A world that don’t involve your greed
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| And as I say this
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| The words are pouring from a bleeding mouth
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| But if I stay here
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| You’ll only render me the weak one
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| So turn that focus back off me now
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| Go get your broken mirror
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| The more you get the more you need now (she knows it now)
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| And it all comes down to your love of misery
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| Consequences plant the seeds now (she knows it now)
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| But in the cold black ground you will
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| Find it hard to scream
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| Hey, I wish I could find a way to turn this around
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| But if I play God
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| Then everything just goes to seed
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| And as I say this
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| I hope that you can hear me bleeding out
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| Oh God, I hate this
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| I’m all alone and I am beaten down
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| So turn that focus back off me now
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| Go get your broken mirror
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| The more you get the more you need now (she knows it now)
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| And it all comes down to your love of misery
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| Consequences plant the seeds now (she knows it now)
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| But in the cold black ground you will
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| Find it hard to scream
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| Hey
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| Oh
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| As you spit your blame on me
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| Please tread softly as you go
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| I don’t have enough to give
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| When you have robbed me of my hope
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| The more you get the more you need now (she knows it now)
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| And it all comes down to your love of misery
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| Consequences plant the seeds now (she knows it now)
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| But in the cold black ground you will
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| Find it hard to scream
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| I can’t remit this
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| I can’t remit this
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| As God as my witness
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| I cannot save from burning now |