All of you want, that pretty picture
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The perfection, that illusion has got your head
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Strive, strive, strive, but the image eludes your reality
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On your deathbed, empty handed, it might all sink in
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And as you tune out
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It hits you
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It was just a visual
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And then it hits you
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It was just a visual
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Just A Visual
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| The Nerve Agents |
