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Hey little boy, when I tried to call you you were still in bed |
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One of us destroyed the other like the dream I had |
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The room is white and the clock ticks, I see nothing but now I feel sick. |
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Got fifteen pictures taped to the wall I can't see you in any of them at all |
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Here is comes, that poison melody plays to me. |
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Will it enter our breeze and kill us while we sleep. |
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That kind of music can kill your mind, I see it coming an apocalyptic sign |
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I know my thinking is serpentine, One thousand death moons marching in a crooked line |
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Well one of us write and the other love |
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One of us shut up, while the other one talk. |
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That kind of music can kill your mind, I see it coming an apocalyptic sign |
