| See what the world has made me
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| A bogus heart of gold
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| Sweet talk is never real
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| Just evil lies I’ve told
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| I see the mark of the victim
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| I see the mark of the trusting soul
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| I take the face of the innocent
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| And rub it into the world
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| Then I have to turn my back
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| With nothing ever promised
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| I can’t take all the blame
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| I keep my spirit callous
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| And leeches far away
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| I see the mark of the victim
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| I see the mark of the trusting soul
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| I take the face of the innocent
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| And rub it into the world
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| Then I have to turn my back
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| Though I’m wrong and heartless now
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| I can find it in myself to live with it
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| Though I caused the pain you feel
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| I’m gonna have to turn my back
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| Though I’m wrong and heartless now
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| I can find it in myself to live with it
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| Though I caused the pain you feel
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| I’m gonna have to turn my back |