| All your moves are an act to me, If I’m dismissive
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| The red on your hand and the stutter in your step gave me permission
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| Who’s broken heart did I abduct to feign these tears?
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| Who’s battered soul did I usurp to howl like this?
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| The blade sharp and well groomed, but the execution lacked vision
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| I was deployed to revive the lull in your casual blackouts
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| Who’s phantom hand did I possess to get this feeling?
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| One foot on the stage, one foot in the grave
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| The only time you feel alive is when you’re on fire
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| There’s a tempest raging on and on in my body
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| You picked your battles, I just loved to fight
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| Lost some, won some, then I lost count
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| You can’t see eye to eye when you’re drinking from a different well
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| I’m unopposed to replaying the dying picture
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| I couldn’t shut your laughing eyes, they just kept on getting louder and louder
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| Grand delusions rub my ego so raw. |
| I wasn’t burn with this thorn in my side, no
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| I stole every kiss from the sight of the crash
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| If you believe these outrageous claims
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| Then I’ll take you to the black hole
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| Where no one escapes |