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Large in the margin my drama unfolds behind
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close doors
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Told on the down low I beleive that I¡¯m sold
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but really I don¡¯t know
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Maybe it¡¯s better but I can¡¯t think so
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Maybe it¡¯s better to fight
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One never ever knows
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Believe the rumors that grow like tumors
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It¡¯s more fun than the truth that we know
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Trying to hard to reach a higher plain
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Will fuck you up
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When you least expect it
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You think you¡¯re moving closer when suddenly
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you wrecked it
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But all the same the pain gains wisdom
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As if you ain¡¯t had enough then you¡¯re in
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some
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Prison of your own creation mental dialation
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Look at what you¡¯re facing placing blame in
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every direction
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But in the end it¡¯s your own infection
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(Chorus)
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There¡¯s no way to avoid listening
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You¡¯ll always end up listening
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Here¡¯s hoping the vocies aren¡¯t too unkind
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Here¡¯s hoping the voices are benign
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It¡¯s easier when you hear it
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There¡¯s no reason to fear it
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It¡¯s you
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You
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You think they¡¯ll probably find you
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Well then, you¡¯re probably right
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Cuz they¡¯ll come back to remind you
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for eternity
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Of when you gave up the fight
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Somehow they always will find you
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The voices in the night, everynight
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Keep coming back to remind you for eternity
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Of when you gave up the fight
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(Chorus)
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