| Tears on the inside of your face
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| But none on the outside
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| No pain could penetrate the callouses
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| Palaces you’ve built from the ground floor
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| Show only the dark side of your past
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| So long since you’ve tried
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| To replace the wooden mask that
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| Hangs around your neck
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| Like some token of war
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| A survivor
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| Is what you call yourself
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| But have you looked through
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| The eyes of someone else?
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| Is it me or you that’s killing you, baby?
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| Is it me or you that’s trying to hang on?
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| Like a bullet dancing in your breast
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| You hide the answer
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| And point it at my chest
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| With your aiming eyes
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| The same eyes that used to be my window
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| The denier
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| Never seeking help
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| But has it grown too late to help yourself?
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| Is it me or you that’s killing you, baby?
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| Is it me or you that’s trying to hang on?
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| You say «Nobody wants to save you
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| Nothing in this world could save you»
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| But maybe I could save you if only I knew
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| Is it me or you?
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| Tears on the inside of your face
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| But none on the outside
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| No pain could penetrate the callouses
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| Palaces you’ve built from the ground floor |