| You’re an image pale that points and laughs
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| White mistress in a fiery bath
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| Now tie me down and take me home
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| I’m not afraid to go
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| Now tie me down and take me home
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| I’m not afraid to go
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| Shake the roots off the trees
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| Your conscience fades
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| Eyes have no vision to see
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| Your soul degrades
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| Grey follows in front of me
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| You’ve lost your way
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| Every life is but a death to me
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| Eventually the jokes aren’t free and
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| Nothing’s ever fun and
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| Nothing’s funny
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| Blunt self believe, too big to fall
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| Lead shadow stands just inches tall
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| I hope to God you never die
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| Your joke is just my type
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| Shake the roots off the trees
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| Your conscience fades
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| Eyes have no vision to see
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| Your soul degrades
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| Grey follows in front of me
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| You’ve lost your way
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| Every life is but a death to me
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| Eventually the jokes aren’t free and
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| Nothing’s ever fun and
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| Nothing’s funny
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| But now I see that the joke’s on me and
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| Nothing’s ever fun and
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| Nothing’s funny
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| Don’t be scared
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| Don’t be scared
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| Don’t be scared
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| Don’t be scared
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| Don’t be scared
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| Eventually the jokes aren’t free and
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| Nothing’s ever fun and
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| Nothing’s funny
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| But now I see that the joke’s on me and
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| Nothing’s ever fun and
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| Nothing’s funny
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| Your joke is just my type |