| Don’t ever say you think of me
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| I don’t want to be in your memory
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| A part of you, apart from me
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| There’s nothing left of this to speak
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| Don’t ever speak my name again
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| I don’t want to be some fucking sordid tale
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| That is all just lies and fallacy
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| I don’t want to be your history
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| I know you heard I’m doing well
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| And as far as I can tell
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| Another day has passed since I’ve fled
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| And you haven’t said a word
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| So I’ll tell you what my secret is to moving on like I did
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| Oh I’ll tell you what my secret is to moving on
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| So rise above, you stupid man
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| And bear your face as the guide you are
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| You’ll realize you’re nothing, fake pretense of caring soul
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| And a mockery of heart
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| I pay your dues
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| I bide my time
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| I curse your name below a sigh
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| You boil my blood, you relentless fuck
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| You make my life a living hell
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| How dare you insult those dear to me
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| All the names and sins you portray
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| The projection game is so fucking old
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| And you’re the only one to blame
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| I know you’ve heard I’m doing well
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| And as far as I can tell, another day has passed since I’ve fled
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| Oh yes I fled
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| I’m no longer in your hell
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| Another day has passed since I’ve left, oh god I left
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| I’ll tell you what my secret is to moving like I did… |