What's it gonna be?
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What's the model you believe?
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It's clear that you don't give a shit
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About the way things used to be
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So you run and hide
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To escape the fear inside
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Another blank expression
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Sail away right behind your eyes
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Promises don't mean a thing to me
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Until the actions show
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There's so much more to your lies
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As you wear this new disguise
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And watch it eat you from inside
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As you fade away to nothing more
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Than what you had to hide
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So cut your ties
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This was your last free ride
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You place the blame on everything
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And now you're trying to survive
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What's left to say
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Now that nothing has changed
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Left you to pack up all your shit
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And get the fuck out of my way
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Promises don't mean a thing to me
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Until the actions show
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There's so much more to your lies
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As you wear this new disguise
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And watch it eat you from inside
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As you fade away to nothing more
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Than what you had to hide
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Can you sense the breakdown of these walls
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Built to break your fall?
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As you wear this new disguise
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And watch it eat you from inside
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As you fade away to nothing more
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Than a distant force
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That's crowded by a silent alibi
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Walking The Plank
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| Allister |
