| If you try to be martyr
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| It will only slow you down
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| And I’ll cry a little harder
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| As I wrap you in your shroud
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| But it’s never gonna happen
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| And it’s never gonna count
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| And there’s nothing we can do about it now
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| Once we had so many options
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| Now they narrow down to one
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| And it’s sad to see you watching
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| While the damage has begun
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| But if it’s not what you expected
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| I expected more from you
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| And I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do about it now
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| About it now
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| And I’m all overcome with apathy
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| Doesn’t have anything to do with me
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| If you think I should feel responsible
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| I dunno, anything is possible
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| Picture of you in my head, and I’m waiting
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| Here in my bed it’s an iron maiden
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| I heard what you said, but I can’t remember
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| Something about my neck
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| And at last you’ll be martyr
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| As you’re crying on the stairs
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| Soon you’ll be flashing your stigmata
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| And repackaging your prayers
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| And we’ll hang you in the parlor
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| And we’ll cut you into squares
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| And we’ll think of you when anybody swears
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| But there’s nothing we can do about it now
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| And there’s nothing we can do about it now
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| And there’s nothing we can do about it now
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| About it now
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| (Nothing we can do) |