Grinpayne
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The city with its dark embrace
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Shows its twisted, damaged face
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And reflects the labyrinth of my mind
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Here amongst these winding streets
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Invisible, I move with ease
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No one sees the monster walking by
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But something inside me is burning
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As my broken world started turning
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The people say The Grinning Man's opened their eyes
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Can they hear the future in my shattered cries?
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When they are gazing at my grin
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What is it that they see within?
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This laughter of a strange and joyful kind
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As if my thoughts could scorch the air
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And find a new truth hanging there
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Maybe it's time to leave my past behind
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What if this freak that they're crowding to see,
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What if that monster could also change me?
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And even if I knew what had caused all this pain
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Why in hell would I want to feel it again?
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Dea said that she'd help me
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She said the past could set me free
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And open up the darkness in my mind
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But I have sought my past too long
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And confusion was a kind of home
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And pain: the only comfort I could find
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Stories are her way of seeing
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But she's not the one who needs freeing
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Dea loves the tale of what happened to me
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But she wouldn't love me if her eyes could see
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If they find laughter in my face
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Why should I run from their embrace
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They're dancing with monsters in my mind
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This letter could make me feel whole
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If she can see what's in my soul
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And touch it with a heart that isn't blind
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The search for the past hasn't healed me
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But somehow this letter reveals me
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Could this erase the pain of my shame and disgrace
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Because she sees the beauty in my broken face?
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