| Did I not show you a way out?
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| Beneath the veil you saw my vision wrapped in doubt
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| You’re not my son and not my muse
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| As you remind me, though I never thought this through
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| Vices squeeze us till we’re blue, me and you
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| That’s of no concern to me
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| That don’t cause me misery
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| It’s time, time’s what I can’t control, same as you
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| Fear of going back to find
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| All the nothingness we left behind
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| Superstition is a hoax
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| Even though we both cannot seem to practice what we know
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| Stepping over every crack
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| Waiting for sweet life to break our bloodied backs
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| Vices squeeze us till we’re blue, me and you
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| That’s of no concern to me
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| That don’t cause me misery
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| It’s time, time’s what I can’t control, same as you
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| Fear of going back to find
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| All the nothingness we left behind
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| Did I not show you a way out?
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| Beneath the veil you saw my vision wrapped in doubt
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| You’re not my son and not my muse
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| As you remind me, though I never thought this through
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| Vices squeeze us till we’re blue, me and you
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| That’s of no concern to me
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| That don’t cause me misery
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| It’s time, time’s what I can’t control, same as you
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| Fear of going back to find
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| All the nothingness we left behind
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| Let’s not show our faces till the end
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| Till our dreaming slows, till nothing’s left
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| When we meet the orgasm of death |