Stop, rephrase all those words cause I've never seen such ignorance on anyone's face
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Wallowed in the filthy air and the demons gently fill the void in my eyes
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Barricade myself with beautiful lies
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Flawed and broken till the end
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Sustained like an endless condescend
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Maybe we're better off if we just pretend that these words weren't spoken
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Stop, reclaim all those words, cause they're beating me up and scattered all over the place
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Wallowed in the pristine air and the demons gently fill the void in my head
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Fabricate every word I've said
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When the heart cannot steer
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Seduced to interfere
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With no restraints we play the selfish whore
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Drowned by the passion and thirsty for some more
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So don't tell me lies to try to placate the soul
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Remove my fucking conscience and cleanse me of my thoughts
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Drowned by passion and choking on the mold
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So who is responsible for breaking away from these strings
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Was it worth the trouble a lonely tin can on an empty highway
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Running from choices with no hope, no sense of purpose
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No time to decide
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With the sultry eyes and the pure ivory skin, the demon
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Gently fills the void in my arms with something precious and something warm
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If it's all just for show
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Then let it go
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Me Parade
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| Sinch |
