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65 lines
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You want a piece of my mind?
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There is no peace to find!
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This is all of your doubt, repaid in kind
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I am alone in crowded rooms
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I am a ghost in forgotten tombs
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Widow maker, you're no company to keep.
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Cause you can fool some people, sometimes
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But you can't fool the world for the rest of your life
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You can fool some people, sometimes
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But you can't fool the world...
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Nobody notices! Nobody cares!
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The curtain falls to no one, nowhere
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Nobody notices! Nobody cares!
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As the curtain falls...
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Soulless - spineless
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Cut from the beggar's cloth
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You fill your skull with their shit till it runs from your mouth.
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Heartless - carcass
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I've seen more life in dead men's eyes
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I've heard more truths alone with the night.
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And I'd rather believe in nothing than believe in a fucking lie!
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I'd sooner fail one thousand times than regret I never tried!
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Cause you can fool some people, sometimes
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But you can't fool the world for the rest of your life
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You can fool some people, sometimes
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But you can't fool the world...
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You can't fool us all!
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You howl at the world, but speak a dead language
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You're selling your soul, but no one is buying
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You pray to your gods of fashion and industry
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Heads in the clouds, but you live on your fucking knees.
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On your knees!
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Nobody notices! Nobody cares!
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The curtain falls to no one, nowhere
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Nobody notices! Nobody cares!
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As the curtain fucking falls...
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Soulless - spineless
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Cut from the beggar's cloth
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You fill your head with their shit till it runs from your mouth.
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Heartless - carcass
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I've seen more life in dead men's eyes
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I've heard more truths alone with the night.
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Alone with the night!
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No! No peace to find!
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______________________________
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Name Snake Oil and Holy Water
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Artist Parkway Drive
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Album Atlas
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