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Wear your desecration |
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Like a decoration of your war |
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Scars that make impressions |
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After all that's what these lessons have all been forHow can I face this disease |
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I can't get away from me |
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How can I face this disease |
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How can I face this |
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Can anybody help me |
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How can I face this dayTake it by the ******* throat and say that I will live through this |
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Take it by the ******* soul and live through thisFor your pleasure |
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Or your pain |
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Society's a gameWhile they campaign in poetry |
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And govern in prose |
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In their twisted sorority |
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Vying for the throne |
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You never really know just who the king choose |
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Till your bygones are goneWear your desecration |
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Like a decoration of war, of your war |
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That's what these lessons have all been for, all been forEverything wrong with you is the same thing that's wrong with me |
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What's wrong with me is everything wrong with youIt's a brand new mirror |
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I see myself for the first time |
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It's oh so clear |
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Open my heart |
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Open my mind |
