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I'm questioning all that you are, |
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Accused of neglecting, |
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The truth plain in sight, |
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The judge is the conscience, |
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The jury mankind. |
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What about you now, |
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what about your fault, |
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How can you live with the hurt you allowed. |
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Bow your head in shame and see, |
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Who's flawed, who's fake, |
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Who gets ****ed 'till he bleeds. |
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'Cause you've |
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Only known the life of Riley, |
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Never been a poor street whore. |
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Hey, what does the mirror reveal, |
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A grimace created by lies and deceit. |
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How can you boast about life on the wild side, |
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Despising a real man who fights for his meal. |
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What about you now, |
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What about your fault, |
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How can live with the hurts you allowed. |
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Never ever tasted shit, |
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The silver spoon's got in the way! |
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Only known the life of Riley, |
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Never been a poor street whore. |
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Only known the life of Riley, |
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Never been a poor street whore. |
