I hear you, so don't you say another word
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Now here you are standing there crushing yourself
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I'll near you, but my eyes see a different world
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Here you are standing there breaking my heart, as you're crushing yourself
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But lately you've been painting on the walls
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With the black fire, you lit
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And you call it your mirror
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And then you hate it, and then you spit on it
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But sorry, you're not a god
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Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
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So hold your breath cause all I can smell is ashes
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Sorry, but you're not God
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I hear you, but I can't recognize even the sentence as truth
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Who lit the black flame in your hearth?
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I'm near you, but my words land far from your heart
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You turn your back, and not know where to start
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But lately you've been painting on the walls
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With it like fire, you led
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And it's a lie, and I hate it
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But still you think it's you. Ready, keep on...
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Thought Like Flames
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| Blindside |
