| You are the answer, you never talk
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| You have no question, you are a thought
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| You are the answer, you’re shaped and emblazed
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| Through the holes in my cover, something I made
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| You are the answer, my truthful response
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| My final saying when everyone’s gone
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| You’re my illusion, my pattern of wrong
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| hollow idol tip of my tongue
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| You’re my disgrace and my self-made war
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| And I don’t want to remember faith anymore
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| wasting myself in the name of a fake
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| You were made for me by mistake
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| Oh wash away
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| Oh wash away
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| You had nothing to say
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| You were made for me by mistake
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| I had nothing before, then I had you
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| I was denying, now I refuse
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| never been young, you’ll never grow old
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| My life’s in my words hands they are cold
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| never made sense but now I disturb
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| And I’m bashing my goods against the door of the world
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| Oh wash away
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| Oh wash away
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| You had nothing to say
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| You were made for me by mistake |