Behind a mask, a man can bask only
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For so long before being exposed
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To the sun
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The moon is up, a whisper of
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"'Till death do you wrong"
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Patients bother a patient doctor
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Plastics itch, and bandages the
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Aftermath won't add up to this.
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The fever breaks
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It would take a masochist
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To live like this
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I buried my wife today
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Restitution for my sanity
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Chasing demons dressed like me
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Their eyes are not like mine
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Ignorance is divine
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Instincts are reduced to teeth
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That bite the hand that feeds
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Fear thy father love thy martyr
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The verdict of the jury hung on
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The weight of what has become
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A starry night, a vengeful wish "it doesn't have to be like this"
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I buried my wife today
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Restitution for my sanity
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I buried my wife today
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Restitution for my sanity
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Sound the alarm and make
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No mistake about this
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All the king's horses and all the king's
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Men have been sent to put this boy back
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Together again, but somehow, he must
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Have been predicting the fall
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Caged rats, experiments
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A brain with no oxygen
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Release all the hostages, you've got
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To wash your hands of this
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Caged rats, experiments
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A brain with no oxygen
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Release all the hostages, you've got
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To wash your hands of this
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murder, murder, murder, murder
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Reduced To Teeth
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Finch |