Lies, they fill your eyes, laced with doubts
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False promises, I see all that you hide
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You share feelings
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but keep them pushed aside
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To merley try is to surely die
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Alone, empty and cold
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the nails of doubt you drive
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deeper inside my head
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Stuch on the words you said
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Bruises shroud my skin
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from beating myself over and again
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To live or die?
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Will we survive or just cry?
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And you push me away
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You have nothing to say
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It tastes like casual tragedy
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I'm living life inside of photographs
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were smiles all have turned to black
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I'm waiting for you to let down your fears
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Throw in the towel
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because we only win if we forfeit ourselves
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Turn the cheek, receive a set of lips
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that you'll find worth of defeat
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If you want it, it's there
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This is the way that they want us to die
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we play the part just fine
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It's in our own hands now
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as we find the knife that drives into our sides
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It shines like a set of pride
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The blood it cries, it calls you out tonite
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A picture of what we could be?
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I'd paint it just for you to see
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This isn't how I how I planned it all
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This isn't my design
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Want a picture of what it meant to me?
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I'd paint it just for you to see
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Want a picture of what it meant to be?
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I'll paint this fucker in blood
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Casual Tragedy
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| The Program |
