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So, you think you got it You think you know me You wanna bring me down I am in my finest hour Ridicule my own So precious alone These faces of everyone Remind me of home You're watching me dying How am I looking? Why don't you take a picture You're plotting riddled sin All my needs giving in Blow me a kiss And leave me to the dogs My fear, traps me waiting for it My past is glowing red and yellow, again My fate will show me where to follow
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