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underneath the mask you've buried yourself into |
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it's coal-black |
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i am tired of the gulping that you do |
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every day a new face |
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what if i unscrew |
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your own identity |
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wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you? |
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the quicksand of life drags us |
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down into the circle |
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one day. we might not catch you |
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i feel sorry for what you try to do |
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breaking others down. to try and to pursue |
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your own selfish interests |
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i am starting to get sick of you |
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whatever happened ever since you left |
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you make yourself and me look like fools |
