Was there in the backstage
When first light came around
I grew up like a changeling
To wait the first time around
I could see all the weakness
I could pick all the faults
But I concede all the faith tests
Just a stick in your throat
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Hung around in your soundtrack
To mirror all that you've done
To find the right side of reason
To kill the three lies for one
I could see all the cold facts
I could see through your eyes
All this don't make no contact
No matter how hard I try
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I could still hear the footsteps
I could see only walls
I say 'hey' for you mad traps
Hearing no at all
I could see contradiction
I could give up the fight
Just to live in the past tense
To make believe you were right
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