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Mannequin Man

The fear I feel is real The pain I have to hide Frozen in a silent scream All motion is denied A suit to cloak my cuts This sacrificial goat A belt across my back A tie around my throat Behind this pane of glass No one can see me cry Each day drones on and on While the crowd passes by So come a little closer You'll see just who I am I'm both your whipping boy And your Mannequin Man

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