| I’m the hunter, who’s killed by his dog.
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| I’m the statue, burned down into lead.
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| I’m the problem, you don’t want to solve.
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| I’m the lover, who dies in his bed.
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| So rain on the pretty ones.
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| Your useless lifes don’t speak to us.
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| Rain on the pretty ones.
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| You leave no footprints in the dust.
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| Adventurous, you used to be.
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| But now you seem so dead to me.
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| I’m the doctor, with a needle in his arm.
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| I’m the cartoon, that makes you feel sad.
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| I’m the secret, that everyone has.
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| I’m the cancer, that never turns black.
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| So rain on the pretty ones.
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| Your useless lifes don’t speak to us.
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| Rain on the pretty ones.
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| You leave no footprints in the dust.
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| Adventurous, you used to be.
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| But now you seem so dead to me.
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| I’m the actor, who’s scared to perform.
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| I’m the sunshine, that hides in the clouds.
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| I’m the father, that couldn’t be found.
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| I’m the cuckoo, that never flew south.
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| I’m the Christian, that cannot forgive.
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| I’m the dreamer, who jumps off the bridge.
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| I’m the sinner, who hates how he lives.
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| I’m the liar, who gets what he gives. |