| So can you tell me what you've got inside
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| Well, is it all those fears that you hide?
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| 'Cause it's all messed up now in my mind
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| Tell me how you think you'd find
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| Your uninhabited piece of mind
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| You always gotta pray for the pessimist
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| And these days seem the strangest existence
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| Now make way and obey all the best of us
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| Before they just eat you alive
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| No explanation, greatest of ease, no hesitation
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| You alive
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| Desperation, like a disease, justification
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| Den of thieves
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| Cut you down a bit to size
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| You know there's no way out or to survive
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| You always gotta pray for the pessimist
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| And these days seem the strangest existence
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| Now make way and obey all the best of us
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| Before they just eat you alive |