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I'm not sick, I'm just a boy sifting through the newfound lie
And I'll be crawling through these ashes
And dissecting all these flies
Since the sun has died and it is still somewhat July
Is this all the world has to offer?
Is this all the world has to offer?
And I don't know how much you thought I'd be
It turns to ashes on me
One more piece inside these lines
Deeper harms my disguise
And everyone is different so everyone is sly
And every thing's still horrible since everyone still dies
Is this all the world has to offer?
Is this all the world has to offer?
And I don't know how much you thought I'd be
It turns to ashes on me
And I don't know how much you thought I'd be
It turns to ashes
Is this all the world has to offer?
Is this all the world has to offer?
It turns to ashes, it turns to ashes
It turns to ashes, it turns to ashes on me
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