| At least admit that you don’t care if I die
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| What’s the point in being lovers if we can’t speak our minds?
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| Out of context, under oath, their only witness is dead
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| They’re knocking houses down like dominoes
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| While you still haven’t copped to where you were
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| The night that Erica got stabbed in the throat
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| They found her bloated and discolored
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| On the bank of the Hudson in the sun
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| Face down when it started
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| Face down when it ends
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| You don’t want to see their eyes
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| You still want to live
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| Swallow your pride
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| Swallow your tongue
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| You don’t fucking need it
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| You want murder
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| You’ve got murder
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| You’ll get everything you’ve asked for
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| No one hurts you like your friends
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| No one cuts you quite like them
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| Either you kill yourself now or get to work
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| No more bitching, no more lies
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| No more hiding from their eyes
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| You’re expected to put them down
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| It’s always what it’s been about
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| Living a life that you hate
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| Dreaming escape, dreaming alone
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| You’re still in your fucking head
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| Wake up your beating heart
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| Open your eyes
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| You’re lying right next to it
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| Wake up and listen
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| Wake up and live your life |