"know your place"
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It's like a voice
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that wont't go away
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like vices we hold to tradition
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like children not allowed across the street
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starving for some recognition
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where want and honesty meet
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nothing known can match the bitter pain
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of knowing happiness is just beyond
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the reach of your chain
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and the overwhelming feeling it
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will be the same forever
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now here I am looking down a hole again
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treating damage and despair like
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they're long lost friends
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with no remedy at all
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i'm waiting for the fall
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staring out the window
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like what's outside's unattainable
|
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cover me with roses for the funeral pyre
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shoot this dashing carcass out to
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fucking sea
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I cant wait, in this state
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this voice, these hands
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don't feel like they're really
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me
|
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i'm the blinded who can feel
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that he's surrounded by walls
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and relief is very seldom cheap
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now I think i'm gonna snap
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like prey in a trap
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watch as desperation takes a seat
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forgive me my trespasses
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like I know i'll trespass tonight
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don't want to hear any voices at all
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even if they're saying i'm alright.
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memorys beating soundly on the body
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cursing what's left of the story shell
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i'd give anything to make this heart
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stop pounding
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staring out the window
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like what's outside's unattainable
|
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cover me with roses for the funeral pyre
|
shoot this dashing carcass out to
|
fucking sea
|
I cant wait, in this state
|
this voice, these hands
|
don't feel like they're really
|
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now lifes like a b-movie
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that no one wants to see
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here comes the zombie
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portraying me
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what was once so crystal clear
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is now cranked past the norm
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and i can't take it anymore.
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(your going to fight them after all)
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| Dillinger Four |
