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I'm sure you can make it, |
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Flip side while nothing changes. |
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I run past your street: deserted, |
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Fading like I'm your fading friend. |
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Incision, |
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Carved out. |
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No traces, |
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Of doubt. |
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I can't extract the truth; |
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You know it. |
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But what you give you get, |
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While this place spins |
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Like a heavy doorway. |
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But you've seen it all. |
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Pretence, |
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Rip this town. |
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You turn my world, |
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Upside down. |
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Incision, |
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Carved out. |
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No traces, |
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Of doubt. |
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I can't extract the truth; |
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You know it. |
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But what you give you get, |
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While this place spins |
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Like a heavy doorway. |
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Gather it around. |
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You built it up |
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So tear it dow |
