There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around
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They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound
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All along they found I strangled lovers who've learned from slower hands
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With these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am
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You're sick, sick as all the
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Secrets that you deny
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Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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You're sick, sick as all the
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Secrets that you deny
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Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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There's an art in seclusion. Production in depression
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if a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confession
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Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands
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Losing self in myself, inner demons make demands
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You're sick, sick as all the
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Secrets that you deny
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Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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You're sick, sick as all the
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Secrets that you deny
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Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe
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My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath
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You're sick, sick as all the
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Secrets that you deny
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Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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You're sick, sick as all the
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Secrets that you deny
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Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
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Reclusion
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Anberlin |