| Your diary is bleeding
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| 'Cause the words are so misleading
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| The pages run from your every word
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| 'Cause they know you lie even to them
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| Humans learn from their mistakes
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| Yeah, we all get our breaks
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| But when it’s twenty breaks a day
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| You don’t get them from anybody
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| I’ll recognize those cavernous eyes
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| I’ll pulverize all those tiny lies
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| You wrap up in a tornado of everything I hate
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| You’re the bottom of the plate
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| You’ve got spiders
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| I’ll knock on wood for you
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| And make a call to the higher ups
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| But there’s no way I’m going to where you’re going, thank you
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| I’ll recognize those cavernous eyes
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| I’ll pulverize all those tiny lies
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| You wrap up in a tornado of everything I hate
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| You’re the bottom of the plate
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| I’m not waging a war with this
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| But I’ll have pictures to show my kids
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| And when my friends stop by, they’ll hug their necks
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| 'Cause all daddy’s friends lived life with respect
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| And you’ve got spiders
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| I’ll recognize those cavernous eyes
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| I’ll pulverize all those tiny lies
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| You wrap up in a tornado of everything I hate
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| You’re the bottom of the plate
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| I’ll recognize those cavernous eyes
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| I’ll pulverize all those tiny lies
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| You wrap up in a tornado of everything I hate
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| You’re everything I hate
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| Concrete on your feet
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| Concrete, and you sink to the bottom |