So you're the fucking tin man? If you only had
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a heart. Your eyes are rusted shut, too caught
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up in yourself to start letting down your guard,
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or trying to discard your insulation. You got
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fired before you could retire or hand in your
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resignation.
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You better shed your skin, man, or this is going
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to get more frustrating. Inhale, exhale, repeat.
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But you're still asphyxiating.
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The ice is getting thin. You better watch where
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you're stepping or you might fall in. It's no sin
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(and this is where the strings come in). All this
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pretending is wearing thing.
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We don't know where to start.
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We shut down with the intent to prevent things
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from falling apart.
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We won't fall apart.
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Severance
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| Paint It Black |
