| I was the boy unwanted, a prisoner I’m born to them
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| My brother was the one, the couldn’t do no wrong
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| And I was there dying in the shadow of him
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| Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy?
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| Feel the strap, cross my back
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| Yeah I’m the new whipping boy
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| Who am I — the orphan son you would never need?
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| Who am I — cause I’m the boy only the mirror sees
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| Who am I — the slave you gave just the air I breathe?
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| Who am I — cause I’m the boy only the mirror sees
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| Oh I got the same old reruns, horror movies in my head
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| And I can’t rest, the scare me to death
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| But if I’m not alive, how can I be dead?
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| Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy?
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| Feel the strap, cross my back
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| Yeah I’m the new whipping boy
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| Oh, why me?
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| The mirror
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| Why him
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| Can you tell me?
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| It’s confession again?
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| Come talk to me, I see in your eyes
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| Titanic misery, ashamed that you’re alive
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| I’m the face that you see
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| When the face isn’t yours
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| I’m the mirror my boy
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| Who am I — the orphan son you would never need?
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| Who am I — cause I’m the boy only the mirror sees
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| Who am I — the slave you gave just the air I breathe?
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| Who am I — cause I’m the boy only the mirror sees
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| Some people never go crazy
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| What truly boring lives they must lead
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| Is there a love to shelter me?
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| Only love, love set me free
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| Is there a love to shelter me?
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| Only love, love set me free |