All this concern over these cards overturned
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The cold light shows too much
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Bruise-colored blood who's getting to rush
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Smoke made it clear
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Holding in the worst
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Gives shape to the fear
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As they sang along, the chorus and verse
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The shake of the shame
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But it hangs around your name
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For the first time you're afraid
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And you take what they left
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Choke on their success
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But you're nothing anyway
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The way I mistook
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How an overbite might look
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Like a smile on the face of a girl
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And the way she's hating the world
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Strength in the arms
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Pulling empty hall alarms
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But nobody heard
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In a room where they wait and rehearse
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The shake of the shame
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But it hangs around your name
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For the first time you're afraid
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And you take what they left
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Choke on their success
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But you're nothing anyway
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It's getting too much
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The bruise-colored blood was beginning to rush
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The shake of the shame
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But it hangs around your name
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For the first time you're afraid
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And you take what they left
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Choke on their success
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But you're nothing anyway
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The Shape Of The Fear
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| Knapsack |
