Well stop cashing me in for a thin line
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You're right on track to know what it feels like
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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
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(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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The Spanish Dagger
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Before Braille |