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Her eyes are holy like a perfect crime |
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I'm running slowly out of time |
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And if you being hollow, it's just ghost a of me |
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No news today, oh, how I feel |
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I'm on my way to be common leaf |
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And when you think you're hotty, it's just ghost a of me |
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At the speed of light I'm going much too slow |
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Can use the help of the million mad |
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And nuclear bomb is a mine a-blow |
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Has the wind not brain, you back again |
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With the mouth wide-open, I have no voice |
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As my life collapses without a noise |
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When you feel surrounded, it's just ghost a of me |
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At the speed of light I'm going much too slow |
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Can use the help of the million mad |
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And nuclear bomb is a mine a-blow |
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Has the wind not brain, you back again |