| Sometimes it appears
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| To be better to throw
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| The grenade where you stand and jump
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| Being on my trail means you’re always behind me
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| And you looked for love
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| In all the wrong places
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| The glass through which you see is dark
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| But not as dark as my soul
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| If you kill me now
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| I’ll get stuck in my own nightmare
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| And prison bars of the mind
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| Are no less solid steel than the dagger
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| That you put in my back
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| (So) what’s behind the corner?
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| Usually another corner
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| Imagine a world without them
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| You wouldn’t be able to cut any
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| That’s unlucky for you
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| I mean, save from being a try-hard
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| Your life is built on
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| Other people’s hard work
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| You are a waste of a human body
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| A bit extreme, but if the shoe fits?
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| If you kill me now
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| I’ll get stuck in my own nightmare
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| And prison bars of the mind
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| Are no less solid steel than the dagger
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| That you put in my back
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| For years and years
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| I’ve been staring at these walls
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| Brick by brick, I tear them down
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| I tear them down all the way to the ground
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| And from your side you are helping out
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| More than you know
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| If you kill me now
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| I’ll get stuck in my own nightmare
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| If you kill me now
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| I’ll get stuck in my own nightmare
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| And prison bars of the mind
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| Are no less solid steel than the dagger
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| That you put in my back |