I was the boy unwanted, a prisoner I'm born to them
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My brother was the one, that couldn't do no wrong
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And I was there dying in the shadow of him
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Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy?
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Feel the strap, cross my back
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Yeah I'm the new whipping boy
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Who am I - the orphan son you would never need?
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Who am I - cause I'm the boy only the mirror sees
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Who am I - the slave you gave just the air I breathe?
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Who am I - cause I'm the boy only the mirror sees
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Oh I got the same old reruns, horror movies in my head
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And I can't rest, the scare me to death
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But if I'm not alive, how can I be dead?
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Red, crimson red, am I the invisible boy?
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Feel the strap, cross my back
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Yeah I'm the new whipping boy
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Oh, why me?
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Why him
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Can you tell me?
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It's confession again?
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Come talk to me, I see in your eyes
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Titanic misery, ashamed that you're alive
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I'm the face that you see
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When the face isn't yours
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I'm the mirror my boy
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Some people never go crazy
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What truly boring lives they must lead
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Is there no love to shelter me?
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Only love, love sets me free
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The Invisible Boy (Live Donington '92)
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W.A.S.P. |