SECRET NO.7
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We feel just like
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Two criminals
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With unknown crimes
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It¡¯s not your fault
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It¡¯s always mine.
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THE SPANISH DAGGER
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Well stop cashing me in for a thin line
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You¡¯re right on track to know what it feels like to lose more than you¡¯ve ever gained
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Charges pending further investigation
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You¡¯ve got to expect that you¡¯re falling from graces
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Rehearsing all your persona will need when you¡¯re front-page fighting (aim) for your dignity
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I almost taste the the irony
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How fiction replaces history
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Use daunted glow to light your page
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You say those feelings of doubt will never cut across your mouth
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I know that Socrates and impurities are getting you down
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You¡¯ll take all they¡¯ve got to get your fill
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Your time is running out
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You¡¯re getting carried away because no one cares about your fame
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I see the dagger in your name
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Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign
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Add one more kill to raise your worth
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It¡¯s so sad, cause it¡¯s all the truth you have
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Trade breath for gold
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There¡¯s no Armageddon when banks are there to relieve you
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Why prevent yourself to take wealth from someone else
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Dare to incite yourself when you¡¯re your only foe
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You¡¯re carried away
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Nothing¡¯s real about your fame
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I can see you drown in your own wake
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So pale, so thin you¡¯d float away
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I see you trying so hard
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So no one will ever take your place when you feel the dagger brush your face
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Well¡¦ I deny myself what I can take when I can wait¡¦and expect the same
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Incriminated, your teeth still shine over the suffering
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Deceiving trade, but the blade will shine.
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CINEMA SPINE
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Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I¡¯m ready rearing to go
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Just a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I¡¯m alright
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Crash land, insist, can¡¯t exist on frailty
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I always crash land, resist, exaggerated authority
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Just a little bit of bleeding in your stories and I¡¯d be really wanting to know- how they treat internal bleeding when they¡¯re dying to be the future glow
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All attacks come two by two
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We¡¯ve been gliding, so far just spinning our wheels
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When all the bodies fall do they face the sky
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To choose which star to make it home
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When all the bodies fall is it finally quiet
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Or does their last heartbeat echo till they¡¯re gold
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Crash land, resist, re-define a dire need
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Crash land, in this unassuming reality
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When all the bodies fall will they shun the light
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And dust their feet on brittle stone
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And all this time is wasted on an assembly line
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To keep things plain enough to be sold
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Tell me something to ease my worry, tell me something to calm me down
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Tell me something to prove your story, a shot of sodium pentathol
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Tell me something that¡¯s not too late to deny¡¦
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Why would anybody treat your right
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We already know how the actors feel.
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MIRACLE MILE
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I¡¯m ready to blow
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It¡¯s not my fault
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Don¡¯t waste a four-leaf clover
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Good happens to the owner
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Just wait, when the leaves fall
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They go below your faults
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Now you¡¯re just boring me to death
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I¡¯ve got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head
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I¡¯ve gotta bury them blind and then control what they find
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I¡¯m hanging on a thread
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You know I¡¯m ready to blow like I¡¯ve told you I would
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Out of nothing you find your own authority
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Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings
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I¡¯m flying solo, I¡¯m falling so low, where do we go
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Out of nothing you find your own authority
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Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy
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I¡¯m flying solo
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I¡¯ll go
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Now you¡¯re just boring me to death
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I¡¯ve got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest)
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I¡¯ve got to make up my mind and try to make up some time
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I¡¯m hanging on a thread
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You know I¡¯m ready to blow, but not quite yet
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You know I¡¯m ready to fold, can¡¯t count my cards yet
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You know I¡¯m ready to forget all we¡¯ve been through
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You know I¡¯m ready for you
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The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground
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To bury reflections, infections from strong hands in weak glands
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And when they¡¯re awakened their vision will fade
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It aint a bit of my fau |