| I won’t fake this before I go
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| So let’s face this 'case no one knows
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| I’ve got the sickness that helps me see
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| What my fate is, this heaven seed, woo
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| This room is full of faces I abhor
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| So take everyone out, blame everyone else
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| I get the feeling it’s so revealing now
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| So take care of yourself, feign everyone else
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| The feast or famine, is really going down
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| If we baked this, perhaps they’ll bite
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| And sedate them to avoid the fight
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| I’ve got the sickness that makes me bleed
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| So don’t wake this, just watch it breathe
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| This room is full of charlatans and whores
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| So take everyone out, blame everyone else
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| I get the feeling it’s so revealing now
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| So take care of yourself, feign everyone else
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| The feast or famine, is really going down
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| Down
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| So take everyone out, blame everyone else
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| I get the feeling it’s so revealing now
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| So take care of yourself, feign everyone else
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| The feast or famine, is really going down
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| I get the feeling it’s so revealing now
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| The feast or famine, is really going down
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| Down |