Treacherous hold on me
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With daggers for teeth
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A pound of flesh for regret
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Tied to marionette
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Limp around my neck
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Who knows which way to go?
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Charcoal burnt sunrise
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Sent by the river
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To tell me lies (tell me lies)
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Cold shades of sanity
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Are bleeding over
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I broke apart the disguise
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The demon lives in the eyes, and
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Underneath your breath
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A softly spoken
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Death
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I hate that it tastes this way
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Medicine gets so stale
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A cut from a piece of mind
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Then will you listen
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I'm only me
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"This man is using his mind as a weapon......
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And woe is better the creature who
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Steps into his garden"
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Let's see if I can't get it on me
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Let's see if I can't get him all over my hands
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"He's had another attack"
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There's nothing bringing me back
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Sailor says full mast
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Following the sun
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I hate that it tastes this way
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Medicine gets so stale
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A cut from a piece of mind
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Then will you listen
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I'm only me
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A cut from a piece of mind
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Then will you listen
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A cut from a piece of mind
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Then will you listen
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Where are you? -
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- (Where are you?)
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Where are you? -
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- (Where are you?)
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A Piece Of Mind
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| Finch |
