There's nothing more to hide as I slip into oblivion once again.
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No less than paranoid when I know, I know my numbers up for my sins.
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Cut myself to stop the suffocation, all my dumb luck's dried up
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No one knows of the humiliation, a prisoner held by guilt
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Now I'm wearing it, wearing A
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Would you fall to save my name at all?
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Behind closed doors I'll be dead by dawn
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Would you fall to save my name at all?
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Self-contempt, hating myself
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When I'm wearing it, wearing A
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There's nothing more to hide as I strip myself of all my pride
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Once again I've slipped
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Finding quick to realize that it was, it has, and always will be my life.
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Would you fall to save my name at all?
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Behind closed doors I'll be dead by dawn
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Would you fall to save my name at all?
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It might take everything to be saved.
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Branded
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| Angry Amputees |
