| Fuck, Again
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| I want to be a man
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| But I love all the sin and the cigarette ash
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| Black lips, Amen
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| I want to be a saint
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| But I love all the darkness, lights just burn my skin
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| Let me in. Let me in
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| I can make em understand, I can be your favorite
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| Lover. |
| Under all the blood and cement
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| I know can be the sun, I can see the lights
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| Lights
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| Flickering above your sanctuary
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| Guide
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| Guide children of the night into the vultures den
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| Fluorescent twilight beams through window frames to lie to mankind
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| Deaf, dumb and blind, all fall in line, in time to worship the sun
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| But it’s cold outside
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| Won’t you come in?
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| What is the measure of a man who
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| Used to believe in something, used to believe I’d change everything but
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| I can’t remember why
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| Now I can’t find the time to light this fire behind my eyes
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| Oh, what’s to show
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| A million-and-one love-lost souls?
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| You wanted control
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| But we both know:
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| We’ll thrive where you can’t see the lights
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| Drug obsessed. |
| 6 o’clock, stimulants
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| I need my medication. |
| Pump it in my veins, doctor.
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| Am I an actor? |
| My stage falling apart
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| But I can’t see the sun. |
| I can feel my heart
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| Oh, what’s to show
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| A million-and-one love-lost souls?
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| You wanted control
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| But we both know:
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| We’ll thrive where you can’t see the lights
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| Never been alive a day in my life
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| Tried to find god but we’re running out of time
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| (We're dancing underground)
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| Never really thought that I could trust you
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| Come to find out that’s all that I can do
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| I want to die
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| Spill my life-force, watch it drain out of my veins
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| I’m to blame
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| Pain derived from my self-righteous poetry
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| I want to die
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| Spill my life-force, watch it drain out of my veins
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| I’m to blame
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| Pain derived from my self-righteous poetry
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| What is the measure of a man (man) who
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| Used to believe in something, used to believe I’d change
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| (change)
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| (Change)
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| (CHANGE)
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| CHANGE
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| I can’t remember why
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| Now I can’t find the time
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| t-time
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| fire behind my eyes. |