| You know
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| It’s in the way you move
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| The way you look at me
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| The clarity I see
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| In how much hate you have
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| The fierceness in your hands
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| The twitching seething rage
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| All hidden under flesh
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| All waiting for a crack
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| A tiny suggestion
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| That this is how to play
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| In silence shoving down
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| But everyone can see
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| Now you’re desperate for a cure
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| For the chaos you’ve become
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| You know more than anyone
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| That I don’t know the way
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| Tiny space drilled in my chest
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| To wrestle weary hard
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| But nothing’s left inside this hole
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| No plan to find a missing part
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| You tore chunks out of it
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| And once just gave yourself away
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| And now you can’t embrace the cold
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| Can’t sleep at night
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| Can’t dream
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| Can’t wonder it
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| Can’t find the thing you truly crave
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| Instead giving it away
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| For something that you know
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| It’s in the way you speak
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| The way you tongue your words
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| The way you hide inside
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| A growth you call your flesh
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| Secure from all of us
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| A garden in your head
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| To grow a heart of pain
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| This is all that remains
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| It’s how you get by
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| It’s how you find your strength
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| In empty solitude
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| In quiet patient depths
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| «You weren’t conceived in love but in hate
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| I couldn’t wait to give you up
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| You’re an abomination (you're an abomination)
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| You should never have been born (you should never have been born…
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| never have been born)»
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| «Lies are like scars on your soul
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| They destroy you»
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| «We need something people can see
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| Visual… stimulation»
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| «Believe me there is nothing more stimulating than crazy people»
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| «If you look in the face of evil
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| Evil’s going to look right back at you» |