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78 lines
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You want to hurt me
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To make me feel what you feel
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You want to tear me
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Till I bleed at the seam
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You're so sick of what you live under
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You take it to extremes
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So sick of what you waste
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That you can't even dream
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I'm not your slave
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You're not my master
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But I know it's the picture
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Your after
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I'm not your slave
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You're not my master
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But I know it's the picture
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Your after
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You want to trap me
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Like a fly on the wall
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Then you call me useless
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For finding the cause
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You're so tired of all you left hidden
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It falls into obscene
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So tired of all the haste
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And what you could've been
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I'm not your slave
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You're not my master
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But I know it's the picture
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You're after
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I'm not your slave
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You're not my master
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But I know it's the picture
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You're after
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This is all I need to know
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This is all I need to know
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I'm not your slave
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You're not my master
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But I know it's the picture
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You're after
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I'm not your slave
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You're not my master
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But I know it's the picture
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You're after
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You're so sick of what you live under
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You take it to extremes
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So sick of what you waste
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That you can't even dream
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You're so tired of all you left hidden
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It falls into obscene
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So tired of all the haste
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And what you could've been
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What you could've been...
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What you could've been...
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Falls into obscene...
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Falls into obscene...
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_________
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Name Chè
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Artist Curve
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Album Open Day at The Hate Fest
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