| You wait with blood-shot eyes
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| And it’s so obvious to see
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| You’re not quite who you used to be
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| So let me make this clear…
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| You’re too deep into the whole you’ve found
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| (You've found) Yourself buried six feet underground
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| And we won’t be there when it all comes around
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| So find your own way out…
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| Don’t try and point the blame
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| It’s your own fault that everything was taken away
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| We’re not alike, you see
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| You hold no face to me
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| You’re living life on hold
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| When will you let this go?
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| We’re not alike, you see
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| You’re more than fake to me
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| You put on quite a show
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| Why can’t you let this go?
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| Your words fleet so carelessly
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| That’s not the way it’s supposed to be
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| Well, your poison, it lacks substance
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| But it’s enough to get you high
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| There’s too little time in this precious life
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| To waste mending the halls of your shattered mind
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| So you go your way, and I’ll go mine
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| You can point the blame, but God knows I tried… |