I was born when they took my name
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When the world turned wicked, when I joined their game
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But I turned and fought them
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Like you always knew I'd do
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I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed
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You split my skull and reached inside my head
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And pulled out the pictures I'd been wishing I'd forget
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And you stitched me up then
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And wiped the blood from off my chin
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Now I sit on the rooftop's edge
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The muddy street beneath my swollen head
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Trying to forget you
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To believe we've never met
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And the sky is wrecked, full of rotting clouds
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From chimney mouths spewing smoke around
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And I can't stop coughing
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My lungs just won't calm down
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But still I keep grinning
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As the blood from my face stains the ground
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A bird, caught in the wires
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Bleating for help I can't provide, I'm not that big
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I hope for the best but nothing changes, I'm sorry
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But I was blessed with bad eyes
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There's a lot that I miss but I don't mind, I'm not that old
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I'll find out what broke me soon enough
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Glory
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| Radical Face |
