Tried to keep myself from
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Falling in the same trap
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But I fell in anyways
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Watch myself fall faster further
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To the ugly bottom now
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Getting closer everyday
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Now people see something in me
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That isn't there and wo't be back
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Now people think they're friends with me
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Cos they think I care and their hair's dyed black
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Deep down, really far inside
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You know that it's not true
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There's a thing called a dollar sign
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And it's the only thing that hooks me to you
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(CHORUS)
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Now feel so alive
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But I feel like a whore
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Fill your head full of lies
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To get you into the store
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No such thing as the underground
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Just a bunch of little people
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trying to make themselves big
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No such thing as the underground
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And it really doesn't matter how far you dig
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I looked I mean I really tried but
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I never saw anything that you all pride
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Just a bunch of little kids with
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Corporate symbols in their eyes
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Who were looking for a paper to sign
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Deep down, really far inside
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You know that it's not true
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There's a thing called a dollar sign and
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It's the only thing that really interests you
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(CHORUS)
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Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big
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Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big
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Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big
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Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big
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Whore (Hate Dept Mix)
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| Nocturne |
