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Staring into the distance |
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Screaming out at the walls, yeah |
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I'm so, so invisible |
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Can't see my hands in front of me |
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Your sick and beautiful, yeah |
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Falling into your silence |
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You know you waste your pretty face |
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Having a breakdown |
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So strange and violent little show |
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Having a breakdown |
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Having a breakdown |
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Are you having a breakdown |
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I don't wanna be part of the scenery |
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I got to break through all the machinery |
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It's so cold like a gun up to my head |
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It's no use, |
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I can't breathe and |
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I'm feeling dead |
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Tell me your little nothings |
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You read between the lines, then |
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I'm full and tainted even more |
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You don't think |
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I'll find you anyway |
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Having a breakdown |
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Having a breakdown |
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Are you having a breakdown |
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Having a breakdown |
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I don't wanna be part of the scenery |
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I got to break through all the machinery |
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It's no use, |
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I can't breathe and |
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I'm feeling dead |
|
It's so cold like a gun up to my head |
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Staring into the distance |
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I'm so, so invisible |
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Screaming out at the walls, yeah |
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Can't see my hands in front of me |
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Are you having a breakdown |
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Having a breakdown |
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Having a breakdown |
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Having a breakdown |
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I got to break through all the machinery |
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I don't wanna be part of the scenery |
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It's no use, |
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I can't breathe and |
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I'm feeling dead |
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It's so cold like a gun up to my head |
