| With every word you dig your grave
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| You’ve turned your back on everyone who stayed
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| The walls are closing in
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| With every lie your colors fade
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| You’re becoming everything you hate
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| Your life is just pretend
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| (Holograms, make believe) Make believe
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| Still can’t believe you’ve fallen
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| Can’t believe I held you up so high
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| I made you God, oh, God, I played myself
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| When the light exposes you
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| Very venom that you used to spew
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| Everyone will fear you
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| I hope to God you turn back now
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| It’s not the end but time is running out
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| Blood is on your hands
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| Still can’t believe you’ve fallen
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| Can’t believe I held you up so high
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| I made you God, oh, God, I played myself
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| And even though you broke my heart
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| I’ll be there still
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| Still can’t believe you’ve fallen
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| Can’t believe I held you up so high
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| I made you God, oh, God, I played myself
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| And even though you broke my heart
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| I’ll be there |