I'm not sick, I'm just a boy
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Sifting through the newfound lie
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And I'll be crawling through these ashes and dissecting all these flies
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Since the sun has died and it is still somewhat July
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Is this all the world has to offer?
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And I don't know how much you thought I'd be
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It turns to ashes on me
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One more piece inside these lines
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Deeper harms my disguise
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And everyone is different so everyone is sly
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And everything's still horrible since everyone still dies
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Is this all the world has to offer?
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And I don't know how much you thought I'd be
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It turns to ashes on me
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Is this all the world has to offer?
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It turns to ashes on me
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No one is safe
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Turns to Ashes
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