| There’s a crack in the frame,
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| But the photo is the same,
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| But i don’t recognize the face,
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| It looks a lot like me, or who i used to be,
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| Now there’s no one but myself to blame,
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| Now the shadows are all around,
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| Mine’s nowhere to be found.
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| Pull the wings off a fly,
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| Watch it suffer and die,
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| And I’ll never get out of this life alive,
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| Drenched in blood with no alibi,
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| And the crowd goes wild at my demise.
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| Through this bottle i can see,
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| My friends and enemies,
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| As they turn their backs to me,
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| But who’s really to blame,
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| Myself or just my name,
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| In the end, i can’t win.
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| The shadows are all around,
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| Mines’s nowhere to be found.
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| Pull the wings off a fly,
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| Watch it suffer and die,
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| And I’ll never get out of this life alive,
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| Drenched in blood with no alibi,
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| And the crowd goes wild at my demise. |