| Dreamt I was second-best
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| Just a passing interest
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| A waste of true affection
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| A face of pure complexion
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| Under a pseudonym
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| I dream of you again
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| Two different types of dust
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| Trapped inside a ticking clock
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| Karma will kill us all
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| Our charm is wearing off
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| Our god’s a made-up fraud
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| Our skies are full of scars
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| And they’ll be there until you’re gone
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| Until you’re gone
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| Until you’re gone
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| My burning effigy
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| Black smoke in mid-November
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| We burn in empathy
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| Until we turn to amber
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| In my dreams anxieties arise in me
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| And pave the way for a truth denier in true denial
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| With patience wearing thin
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| I got myself arrested
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| Our wasted hours spent
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| Corrupt and disaffected
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| In my dreams, anxieties arise in me
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| And pave the way for a truth denier
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| And truth divides us all
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| It’s like I’m made out of stone
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| When I reside in the broken memories
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| That made you old
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| When there was nothing left
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| I heard you screaming murder
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| We killed an honest man
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| Just to remove a burden
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| In my dreams anxieties arise in me
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| And pave the way for a truth denier
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| And truth divides us all
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| It’s like I’m made out of stone
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| When I reside in the broken memories
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| That made you old
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| I’ve been trying so long
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| Just to belong
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| Under a pseudonym
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| I dream of you again
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| Two different types of dust
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| Trapped inside a ticking clock
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| Karma will kill us all
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| Our charm is wearing off
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| Our god’s a made-up fraud
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| Our skies are full of scars
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| And they’ll be there until you’re gone |