| I’m breaking up
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| I’ve been beaten down, run around, know that I’ve had enough of the spotlight
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| You’re just a ghost, been on a killing spree, haunting me, eternally
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| You’re not my judge — my jury
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| You can’t walk right through me anymore
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones are not what I am
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| It’s all you’ve known
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones stuck in between two prisons
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| Where do I call home?
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| It’s all you know deep down below
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| So tell me where do I call home?
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones
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| Where do I call home?
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| I think you know — if you’re going down stealing crowns bound to be overthrown,
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| you’ll reap what you sow
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| I’m on a bull ride thrown off by your lies
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| Black tides swallow me alive
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| Your colors show I’m in control
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones are not what I am
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| It’s all you’ve known
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones stuck in between two prisons
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| Where do I call home?
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| It’s all you know deep down below
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| So tell me where do I call home?
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones
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| The raptured truth is drowned in yesterday
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| And every ounce of hate has slowly drained away
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones stuck in between two prisons
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| Where do I call home?
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| It’s all you’ve known, it’s my skin and bones
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| So tell me where do I call home?
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| It’s all you know deep down below
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones are not what I am
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| It’s all you’ve known
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| My skin and bones, my skin and bones stuck in between two prisons
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| Where do I call home? |