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Don't like to think too much, it makes me think too much, |
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It keeps my mid on my mind |
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Don't wanna see too much, it makes me see to much |
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Sometimes |
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I'd rather be blind |
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All the things that they're saying & doing |
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When they pass me by it just fills me up with noise |
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It overloads me |
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I wanna disconnected myself |
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Pull my brains damn out, unplug myself |
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I want nothing right now, |
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I want to pull it out |
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Yeah, I want to pull it out, yeah |
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I wanna break it all down, hey, |
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I wanna pull it out |
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Yeah, yeah, disconnect myself, disconnect myself |
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A thousand miles an hour going nowhere fast |
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Cluding to the details of your past |
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Talking 'bout your damages and wasting my time |
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Wanna be the king mainstain in line |
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All the numbers and the colours of the fax |
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Back by the rumours and the figures of the statch |
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I think I'm gonna download my ind |
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I wanna pull it out |
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Too damn bad if at the end of the day the only thoughts |
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In your brain are all the things that they say, what a waste |
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Too damn bad if at the end of the line you got no idea of |
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What's on your own mind |
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You got no one to blame but yourself |
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Too much to know, too much to see |
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If I mean something to you but it's nothing to me |
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I wanna disconnect myself, pull my brains damn out, unplug myself |
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I want nothing right now, |
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I want to pull it out |
