| Take the pictures off the wall
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| Erase the thoughts, forget them all
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| The choice is yours to save yourself
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| Or in the hands of someone else
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Broken thoughts and alibis
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| Conscience disappears in time
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| Voices are all that I can show
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| And all that I have is a soul
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Yeah.
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| You’re a set-up to fail
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| You’re a dead-beat on parade
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| With a foot in the gutter
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| And the other in the grave
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| You’ve cooked your silver spoon so black
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| So die
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| What can I say?
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| Guess it’s obvious you would end up this way,
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| When you live amongst the dead.
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| The best of luck,
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| As the one and only resident scumfuk.
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| A victim or just a tragedy?
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| I hear you talk
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| But I don’t hear you speak.
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| You don’t make sense,
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| Your mind is incomplete.
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| I can’t believe all the things that you say.
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| You just can’t get enough.
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| We’ll all be waiting here just for the day
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| That your time is up.
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| What can I say?
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| Guess it’s obvious you would end up this way,
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| When you live amongst the dead.
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| The best of luck,
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| As the one and only resident scumfuk.
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| A victim or just a tragedy?
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| All that I need is time for me to breathe.
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| Dream little dreams that only I believe.
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| Now that I see beyond the light,
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| I know I’ll be, I’ll be alright. |