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4d
I guess you call all the shots
The big eye in the sky
You're always letting me slide

And I've been working for you
And when I swallow the truth
It tastes like boiled blood and you don't know why

Cause you don't understand
What I'm saying these days
Some crazy nonsense
What if every time it's the same?
And how can I
Be the one who decides
And I'm in partial control
Of our misconstrued wreck of a life?

Misfirings, misgivings
Is that all we're made of
And you're my accuser?
I'm tired of living
We're secret abusers
An eye for the cancer.


I guess you call all the shots
The big eye in the sky
You're always telling me lies

And i've been hurting
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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