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No more short jokes. |
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No more "you're weak." |
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Take you inside, fuck you up. |
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The way I deal with this pain, take you in digital, take you inside fuck you up. |
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No more short jokes and no more "you're weak." |
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Take you inside, fuck you all! |
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Digital Babysitters. |
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Don't tell me |
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I can't win. |
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My sixteen-bit |
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Fingerprint, this is game over again. |
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Press B to continue. |
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Press B to continue. |
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It's the sixteen-bit fingerprint that makes me feel alive and keeps some power within my hands. |
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As the bones ride, through the fingers and through the hands. |
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With every click there's constant fervor, preservign his livelihood. |
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The bone ride, taking steps closer to your digital grave. |
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The bones ride through... |
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Taking you across. |
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And as the bones ride through the skin; |
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There's bloody stumps instead of fingerprints. |
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Living under constant pressure - calling your self to arms. |
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Nintendo systems serving as a |
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Mom. I'd rather see you drown than let you use this bridge, old man. |
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The name is |
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Bagu. Show my note to river man. |
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It's all about the connections these days. |
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No one rides for free. |
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But you won't take me alive, |
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I swear. I'm past the point of learning. |
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As the bones ride through the skin... there's bloody stumps instead of fingerprints. |
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I think he's going to snap. |
