Chapter 1 takes place on empty canvases
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And idle hands are silencing the oxygen.
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The clock keeps the beat,
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The sweat turns to beads,
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And the salt burns me alive,
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But my tears have all run dry.
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I haven't slept in days.
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The devil's just like cocaine,
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Gradually constant and permanently pain.
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Stop and breathe.
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It was just an awful dream.
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A nightmare. A night scare.
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Nothing to worry
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Stop and breathe.
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It was just an awful dream.
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A nightmare. A night scare.
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Nothing to worry about.
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Chapter 3, the things that lawyers never tell.
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Chinese finger trap,
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Arms tied behind your back,
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And you wish that we'd lend a hand,
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But that wasn't in the contract.
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This is your fascination, inflammable exaggeration.
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Signature signed in blood, but it's artwork that we love.
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I haven't slept in days.
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The devil's just like cocaine,
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Gradually constant and permanently pain.
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Stop and breathe.
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It was just an awful dream.
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A nightmare. A night scare.
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Nothing to worry
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Stop and breathe.
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It was just an awful dream.
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A nightmare. A night scare.
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Nothing to worry about.
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Wrap your hands around this pen
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I'll show you what it is to live.
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[x4]
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Stop and breathe.
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It was just an awful dream.
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A nightmare. A night scare.
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Nothing to worry
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Stop and breathe.
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It was just an awful dream.
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A nightmare. A night scare.
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Nothing to worry about.
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Lawyers
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The Audition |