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The truth is loose |
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The truth is loose |
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And it's coming after you |
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Your reckless youth, it's residue |
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It's catching up with you |
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This restlessness, this restlessness |
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Like you're at war with yourself |
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And your skin's on back to front |
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And you don't know what you want |
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Behold in me, behold in me |
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A bad example of free thought |
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Through endless nights I am a witness |
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Frescoes of the skull |
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Born over a grave |
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We count down the days |
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And fill in the space |
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To blacken the page |
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I want it erased |
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Blacken the page |
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A way with words, a way with words |
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You can't switch off from yourself |
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Shut it off, shut if off |
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Let the silence sing itself |
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I want this over |
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This rubbish |
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And I'm sure you feel the same |
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In a moment |
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I'll be finished |
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And all else will remain |
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Born over a grave |
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We count down the days |
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And fill in the space |
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To blacken the page |
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I want it erased |
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Blacken the page |
