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Wake up, (Wake up)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
Here you go create another fable,

(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little make-up,
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up,
(You wanted to)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
(You wanted to)

I don't think you trust,
In my self-righteous suicide,
I cry when angels deserve to die.