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The more of you that |
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I inspectThe more of me |
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I see reflect |
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The more I try to read your lips |
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The more the mask you're wearing rips |
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But when I seek out your voice |
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My ears are overcome with noise |
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You show and tell with greatest ease |
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Raving impossibilities |
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Engaged in crime, |
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I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind, starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry, ow |
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And when the story takes a twist |
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If folds like a contortionist |
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Slight of hand and quick exchange |
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The old tricks have been rearranged |
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Engaged in crime, |
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I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind, starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry |
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The searing of the sinew, my body fights for air |
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The ripping of the tissue, my lungs begin to tear |
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Gravity's got my bones, it pulls my flesh away |
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The steam finally dissipates and |
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I make my sweaty face |
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Association that |
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I choose, game |
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I inevitably lose |
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Governed by laws, set up by me, fracture it's jaw to let me be |
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A cut-out cardboard condo maze, filled with an insubordinate race |
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Irrational youths stop to stare as music rubber hosed the air |
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Engaged in crime, |
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I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind, starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry again |
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And again and again, again |
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Engaged in crime, |
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I grasp my throat |
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Enraged my mind, starts to smoke |
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Enforce a mental overload |
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Angry again, angry again, angry, ow |
