Let me take you to where time stands still
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Everything you say is a wasted line
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You can't get it through to make your point
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Subtracted time, distracted mind
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This isolation makes you feel so alone
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Like driving down an empty road
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One more victim of hate driven crime
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One more portrait on a wall
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A nameless face with a broken smile
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Washed up town that reeks denial
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Another broken home
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Another body in the road
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Someone's crying on the phone
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There's a razor on the floor
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And your wishing you were gone
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Vanity Fiar
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| Inspection 12 |
