| You would think the traces are worn
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| But in fact they give you away
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| If you just let this pulse be all that you need
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| All that regulates
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| Entertain, enter pain — in vain, motherlovers
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| Bleeding for their art
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| But what they gain is not quite the same
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| That initially made them start
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| Compelled to gain and deny facts —
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| Born to be sidetracked
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| Raise your voice when you know you won’t be
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| Heard — who’s holding who back with those words
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| A constant beat by my side to remind:
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| The silence will never fail to remember
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| Keep making noise, it’s the best you can do
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| To pull yourself through this protest alone
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| It’s telling me you won’t get away
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| There is no choice, we all breed insane
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| Just go for it, don’t bother to rewind, cos that just
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| Makes you look like a friend on mine
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| I know what you want and how to get it, but you
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| Need to give up for me to stop lying
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| All the insult turned back at you
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| And nothing is what we’ve learned
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| It must hurt when flipping the bird it’s just so absurd
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| Like you were holding a turd
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| I know your secrets and all that you vouch for
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| But I can’t feel convinced
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| Badass dropped ball
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| And has been an unwilling loner ever since
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| A constant beat by my side to remind: |