You are myself in some one else¡¯s head
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Fragments I can no longer fit
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Touching something
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Far out of reach, close as I can
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Is this what you call consciousness
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Between the chills and fits of rage
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Come lay your hand upon my head
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Your ice cold eyes so full of life
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And death
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Only The Ridiculous Will Survive
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Hell Is For Heroes |