| The madness and the damage done
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| (If) you write one more thing in my book of lies
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| I brainwash myself a blood-stained mind
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| Put on a glass, It’ll never forget the pain
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| The same old, same old hurting game
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| You love the whole wide world with your body as a sign
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| But I never was the physical kind
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| You offer holy cure and sight to the blind
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| But I never was the miracle kind
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| You’ll remember me when you sell your ring
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| Don’t tell me you don’t feel a thing
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| Holy Mary (I,) can’t seem to shut her legs!
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| Thoughts run wild
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| The madness and the damage done
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| You’ll remember me when your worlds collide
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| The sea will rise and your thought divide
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| You’ll remember me when the sea retreats
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| The cerebral storm won another defeat*
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| While we sing to the moon your stars fall down
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| While our eyes run sore, you wear a crown
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| The sometimes, maybe: There’s no middle ground
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| The void has won
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| The madness and the damage done
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| The madness and the damage done |