| Never want to hear my voice of reason.
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| Put up another wall and make me go underground
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| Pull on another thread and make us unravel.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Roll out into the distance.
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| If you want to leave, don’t make it harder.
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| Even with you here, you’ve been gone elsewhere.
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| We’ve been in civil war for far too long now.
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| You’ve shown a face that I want nothing to do with.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Roll out into the distance.
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| Instrumental.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Roll out into the distance.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Your cold dead eyes stare right through me.
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| You’ve got the soul of a mannequin.
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| Roll out into the distance. |