| You know you take such pride in making people feel sick
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| Blood and lipstick, hiding yourself in a myth
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| Now your landscape’s taking a shape
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| Naming names and twisting the picture
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| Throwing knives with an eye for revenge
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| You tell your friends I hate you
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| Inside I’m already played
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| And there’s nowhere left to go
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| You can bury me there where I lay
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| It’s the right place, wrong time
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| Through this two-way mirror
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| No sign of life
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| The point of no reply
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| It’s the right place, wrong time
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| Through this two-way mirror
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| No sign of life
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| The point of no reply
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| Wouldn’t be the first to find delight in pain
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| I’m fighting the fire and you’re fanning the flames
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| And there’s nothing I can say
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| In silence you already know
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| And it’s only in the dark
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| Your anger slips out of control
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| It’s the right place, wrong time
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| Through this two-way mirror
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| No sign of life
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| The point of no reply
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| It’s the right place, wrong time
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| Through this two-way mirror
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| No sign of life
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| The point of no reply |