| A lonely figure staring in the cold
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| Hands tied, eyes watery and dripping
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| How deep is this, how shallow can we be?
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| The birthmark on your face tells me we are three
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| Forcing myself to listen carefully
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| Your story has no bottom, it has no end
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| Curiously you were asking me to tell
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| I realized your sickness was feeling too well
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| By your truce, by your truce
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| I know you could go home all alone
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| Ironically you wrote part of this song
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| I still remember, I still care about
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| But integrity dictates my inequity
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| By your truce, by your truce
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| By your truce, by your truce
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| A thick black smoke stored in my cells, coming out of me
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| Unprocessed, undigested, it dwells deep inside of me
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| Layers and layers of filth and stress, fear is my enemy
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| Can I close my eyes and wish you go, your presence is like
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| A few days ago I was ready to go
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| But you caused this insanity
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| I have been through this before, all is said and done
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| It awakens my humanity
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| Repeat and repeat, I’m so weary and frail
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| How can this really be?
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| Now the smoke is clear, my ocean is calm
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| Here it comes all over again
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| How, how is this true?
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| Why is this, why is this true?
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| Why does, what is happening inside?
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| So clean up my closet, my sack is my home
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| I’ve been robbed and stealed by you
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| You’ve been feeding the fruits from my holy tree
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| Saturated the amber in me
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| I deal with fantasy, I deal with reality
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| Borderline psychotic, my nucleus is getting to me
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| Ten thousand demons, one thousand devils
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| Calling my name, schizophrenia |