And I just wish there was more to me
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than this lust.
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But you, you're a much better person
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I just wish there was more to you than this love.
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But I believe in this pain
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I believe in their suffering
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like i believe that heros are securing us completely
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For the end of my true thoughts are finally sifting
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but it's too late, you know it, it always is
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too good at pretending in situations like these.
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No, No, No they don't exist
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She's a television, She's pages in my magazine
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you were born as a convenience to fill a small page in my self-esteem
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She was untounchable, she was inaccesible
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So i made you, I made you up
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Tonight you're so much better wrapped up in fantasy
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Your eyes painted her indescription
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My tongue shot out blanks for the word "Ammunition"
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She painted another one of those mixed messages on the inside
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of my mind, my mind, my mind.
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She's a television, She's pages in my magazine
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you were born as a convenience to fill a small page in my self-esteem
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She was untounchable, she was inaccesible
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So i made you, I made you up
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Tonight you're so much better wrapped up in fantasy
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And I just wish there was more to me
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than this lust.
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But you, you're a much better person
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I just wish there was more to you than this love.
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But I believe in this pain
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I believe in their suffering
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like i believe that heros are securing us completely
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I believe that heros are securing us completely.
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Lust Dumpster
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The Honorary Title |