| That filthy smile, that cheap disguise.
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| You turn your head,
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| Your addiction,
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| It is craving their attention.
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| When you laugh, you try too hard,
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| Your make-up cracks,
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| And it’s clear,
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| You are empty on the inside.
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| Don’t even bother, don’t waste your time.
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| There’s no way out.
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| You built these walls so they can’t see you,
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| Too bad they’re made of glass.
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| You’ve crawled too far down.
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| You built these walls, now they surround you.
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| Too tight and tall, give up now.
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| When you speak my ears shut down,
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| Begin to bleed, for a moment,
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| Feel like giving up entirely.
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| That sad excuse won’t justify how you behave,
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| And I hope,
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| That it breaks you from the inside.
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| Don’t even bother, don’t waste your time.
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| There’s no way out.
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| You built these walls so they can’t see you,
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| Too bad they’re made of glass.
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| You’ve crawled too far down.
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| You built these walls, now they surround you.
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| Too tight and tall, give up now.
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| We will gather on your day,
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| (Wish I could say that I was sorry, mark these words forever haunting.)
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| To sing this song around your grave,
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| (Wish I could say that I was sorry, mark these words forever.)
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| Don’t even bother, don’t waste your time.
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| There’s no way out.
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| You built these walls so they can’t see you,
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| Too bad they’re made of glass.
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| You’ve crawled too far down.
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| You built these walls, now they surround you.
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| Too tight and tall, give up,
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| Now.
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| We are gathered here today,
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| To sing this song around your grave.
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| We are gathered here today,
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| To sing this song around your grave. |