| Wretched faces, faces, faces, this is nothing new to me
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| But still, enraptured, don’t keep grabbing the wind
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| This is a loaded gun, this is a loaded question
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| When can you stop? |
| When is perfection?
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| Maybe I’m already the one out
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| Consolidate all of your fears
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| I, I can’t take it, nothing sacred
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| This is of course as told from the knife
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| You painted your eyes to make them wide again
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| I tip my hat to the great, to the classics
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| This is not my face, this is this week’s fear
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| This is not my voice, they tell you to speak the hesitation
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| This is not my fate, they can’t take it, take it away, take it away
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| This is not mine anymore
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| Take hold, bring it all back down to, to the first love
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| This is not my fate
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| All in vain, all in vain, all in vain, all in vain
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| All in vain, all in vain, all in vain, all in vain |