| Psychopath dressed as a clown
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| In my psyche pulling me down
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| I put my life on it
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| And as I reach into the sky
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| The Devil and the Angels just pass me by
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| I put my life on it
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| Like a drowned man, clutching at straws
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| Written contract with a hidden clause
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| I put my life on it
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| (Psycopath)
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| No way out. |
| (dressed as a clown)
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| (In my psyche)
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| (pulling me down)
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| And all my friends just talking crap
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| What kind of feeling is that?
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| What I have, I don’t heed
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| What I don’t have, I need
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| I put my life on it
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| The most evil thing I can do, is to give my body to you
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| The most evil thing I can do, is to give my body to you
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| I’m going to be all over you
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| Like a rash
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| Like a voodoo
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| I put my life on it
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| And all these things
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| What we don’t have
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| All these things to be believed
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| Too much nonsense to tell the difference
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| Too much fusion (Psychopath)
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| From fact to fiction
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| What I don’t have
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| I want. |
| (Psychopath)
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| (dressed as a clown)
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| I put my life on it. |
| (In my psyche)
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| I want. |
| (pulling me down)
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| I like to wallow in sin
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| There is nowhere I fit in
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| And all these things in my head
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| And all these things that I said
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| And all these things that I do
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| They just stick to me like glue
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| A headache full of ghosts. |
| (The most evil thing I can do)
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| A parasite to the host. |
| (is to give my body to you)
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| (The most evil thing I can do)
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| I put my life on it. |
| (is to give my body to you)
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| (The most evil thing I can do)
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| (is to give my body to you)
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| All these things, (The most evil thing I can do)
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| Running through my head. |
| (is to give my body to you)
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| (The most evil thing I can do)
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| (is to give my body to you) |