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My lips are shaking my nails are bit off.
Been a month since I've heard myself talk.
All the advantage this life's got on me.
Picture a cup in the middle of the sea.
And I fight back in my mind. Never lets me right out.
I got memories. I got shit so much it don't show.
Oh, I walked the lie when you held me in that night.
I walked the line when you held my hand that night.
On empty shell seem so easy to crack.
Got all these questions. Don't know who I could even ask.
So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream where I'm not ugly and your looking at me.
And I stay in bed. Oh, in a little while I'll see you.
If just once I could feel love, oh, stare back at me. Yeah.
But I walked the lie when you held me in that night.
Oh, I walked the lie when you held my hand that night.
Oh, I walked the lie when you held me close that night.
I paid the price. Never held you in real life.
My lips are shaking...
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"Nineteen hundred and forty-six. Nineteen forty-six, Mandrake. How does that coincide with your post-war Commie conspiracy, huh? It's incredibly obvious, isn't it? A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids without the knowledge of the individual. Certainly without any choice. That's the way your hard-core Commie works."
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