| Mansion
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| I've gotten better, haven't I? Look, doctors. I'm doing the work. I'm... I'm fucking trying.
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| Passive
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| Pins and needles. Just pins and needles. It’ll come back.
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| Called it Faraday. Something like that. Radio. Kills the radio.
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| Nobody can hurt you any more.
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| If you close your eyes they can’t see you.
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| She said, she said every nail you drive on Sunday, you’ll pull out with your teeth in hell.
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| Just don't pick at them and they'll get better.
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| Do you see this? Is this what you want?
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| They want a show. They get a show.
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| They're watching. I have to.
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| This is how you cut the strings.
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| Pins and needles and pins and needles...
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| (Giggling and crying) ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Aggressive
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| Can’t just let me die!
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| Rattle my fucking cage.
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| Fucking agony!
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| Pull them out!
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| Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
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| Every fucking nerve!
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| Killed the Reagent
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| And I helped.
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| Doesn’t hurt any more, does it?
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| I’m such a bad baby
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| They can’t hurt you now.
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| You’re welcome.
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| There. All better.
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| Stunned by Stun Rig
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| can't... think straight...
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| The voices. They stopped. They...
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| Maybe it’s... doesn't... matter...
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| It's like... drowning.
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| Can't.. Can't even... just...
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| They itch. But I can't...
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| Recovered from Stun Rig
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| Oh... oh god. Please, no...no...
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| No. I can't stand it again...
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| You couldn't just let me be...
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| No. They're coming back. Shut up! Just shut up!
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| Make them stop!
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| The pain's coming back...
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| Recovered from Blind
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| Oh no. I can still see.
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| I can see again. I'm still here.
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| Why do I have to see this?
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| Fuck me, I can see again.
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| Crying is one of my gifts.
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| Oh god, too bright.
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| Stunned by Spine Rig
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| Can't... Can't...
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| ...burns......burns...
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| ...god. ...god.
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| Kill me. Please. Kill me. Please.
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| Make... stop...
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| Every fucking needle...
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| Recovered from Spine
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| Mother of god.
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| I want to die.
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| Why won't ... Why won't they let me die?
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| Nothing stops the pain.
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| Every needle burns. God...
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| Kill me.
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| Rage Mode
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| I knew you all hated me.
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| Don't hurt me. No! No!
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| What are you doing?
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| I thought... I thought we were friends.
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| Don't listen to the voices! We're the same!
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| No! I'm your friend! Don't!
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| Unaffected by Rage Mode
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| Nice try. I only hate myself.
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| Shit doesn't work on me.
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| Nothing stops the pain.
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| I don't get angry any more.
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| I can't be fucking bothered, mac.
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| Rage. Not me. Sorry.
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