You know what?
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I heard something, not long ago.
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And now it echoes.
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It bothers me.
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It makes me sick.
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It proves your filth. I know your secrets.
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You aren't a model for a demon.
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Mend your wounds.
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Your lies are bleeding.
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Convince someone else of your shoveled in confidence.
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Buried away, but i know.
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And if i had my way, a thousand eyes would witness.
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You point your finger at me with one foot in your grave.
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Liar.
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