Your desperation
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Your inspiration
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When you finally became a mute,
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while a sad song plays,
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you lie helpless and lost,
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infected by the truth
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That was fabricated by you.
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Your image shattered in the eye of the storm.
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We would never reach out to you.
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How could you?
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Your desperation to look like a victim
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is such a cop-out.
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You're fooling yourself.
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Your inspiration is your contradictions.
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You've lost the concept of what's the real truth.
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That it's you who is the thief.
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Who should by humbled by the
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sheer size of your crimes.
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We befriended you.
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It was abuse.
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There's no better time then the present time
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to finally forget you.
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How could you?
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Your desperation to look like a victim
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is such a cop-out.
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You're fooling yourself.
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Your inspiration is your contradictions.
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You've lost the concept
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of what's the real truth.
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Close your eyes, and pretend that it's alright.
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Do you feel it tonight?
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Can you feel it tonight?
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It's all crashing down.
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Lately you know you've seen it.
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The face, in the mirror never lies.
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You're fading.
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Fading...
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A Thief In The Ranks (Your Bike)
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| The Black Maria |
