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Have no eyes, |
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I must see, you walk out |
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A violent burst of some kind, kind, kind, kind |
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Mind state, a dirty little drunk and cluttered |
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Shinning a problem of pictorial illusion |
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Dump the trunk and tear the little freak out, out, out |
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An unparalleled account of collapse |
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Appearing like yourself liberation |
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Appearing like myself mutilation |
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Hold still now, nobody turns |
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Said yeah, their back on me |
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Silence is deafening desperate waking up |
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Motive spasm my back aches |
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Termination detestation, da-la-sco |
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Now this room don't seem so small |
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Sitting here in a cage of some kind, kind, kind, kind |
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Miracle and some hallucination |
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Dropped excitement from my last words |
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Shut the door and turn the |
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TV on, onNow that |
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I've done all that |
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I can |
