| Sympathy, this is my best disguise.
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| My skin stepped out for my bones to dry up For the rest of the world outside to see.
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| You see I, bleed on the side.
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| It’s a part time thing, a private affair.
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| I try to keep it out of the light.
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| I must confess, I didn’t recognize you tonight
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| Dressed up like my love.
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| And I hate these things but I always attend
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| A little sip of something to take off the edge
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| And I make my way through the ghosts in the room
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| Trying to crack a smile
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| And who are you supposed to be?
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| You look like heaven tonight
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| Me, I’m a tomb, a corpse in a suit,
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| Trying to look a little alive
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| Are you alright?
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| Cause I worry sometimes
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| Are you dressed up to take my life?
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| Keep it coming, keep it coming.
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| Well I think I saw you for the flash of a moment
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| Your broken heart and the body that holds it I lost your scent in the flash of the party
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| The big bright lights, baby, constantly haunt me
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| I’ve never been right, have you ever been lied to?
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| I think I just saw the same scars upon you
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| Is this a disguise? |
| Or a masquerade for me?
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| Keep it coming, keep it coming.
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| Who are you supposed to be?
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| Yeah, you look just like my love.
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| Who are you supposed to be?
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| Are you dressed just like my love?
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| Who are you supposed to be?
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| Yeah, you look just like my love.
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| Who are you supposed to be?
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| Are you dressed just like my love for Halloween? |