| You’ll see me wander through the haunted
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| Hallways, you’ll see me running on the
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| Trail of ghost, for I have been adapting
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| To a grave philosophy, something
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| Precious to deny us both
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| You’ll see me spitting in the face of
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| Yesterday, you’ll see me slit the pulse
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| Of common sense, redemption is but a
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| Whore that we love to tarnish, revel in
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| It’s flesh with wounds open wide
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| Let me walk away this time
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| Cause I don’t have a clue
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| How to make you satisfied
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| How to bring you back to life
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| I’m not here to pleasure you
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| So stand straight now
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| Or you’ll fall as I walk
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| So behave now
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| It’s how you say it, how
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| You feel it, there is nothing
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| I can do, if you won’t live it |