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Negative outlook
00:51
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No passing phase, It's the only way I see
I won't play your selfish games
Fuck your open hearts and fuck your clear minds
I see the truth and this is my negative outlook!
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Life of tears
02:05
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Trying so hard to get what's wrong inside your head,
But never knew how hard it was to be like you,
To see this world through your eyes
When the brightside is lost!
Be true to yourself, it's just an illusion.
You're just too scared to face your mistakes.
Take some pills to hide this pain
But you know there's no cure for your bullshit disease.
You're blinded, you're a fool, just take a look.
Depression? It's all in your head!
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Said and done
02:56
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I've lost the line between your truth and lies,
And every time I see your face it makes my stomach hard.
All your words are said and done
Now the tables turn,
You will get what you deserve
Soon you'll pay the price.
You've jumped from place to place
Tried to hide your second face
But I've seen you from that side
So hope your friends will find it out.
I'm so sick and tired of your innocent eyes
all the bullshit makes it clear what your life is about
Think your cheap stories will change anything?
Now your time is gone, get out.
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