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zuò qǔ : Arnold, Chimaira, Hunter |
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Comatose |
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Pearl Jam lyrics |
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Consider me an object. |
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Put me in a vacuum. |
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Free of all conditions. |
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Free of air and friction. |
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Yeh, I' ll be hanging upside down. |
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And there I will swing, for all eternity. |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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Yeh next stop falling |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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comatose, with no fear of falling. |
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Consider me an abcess. |
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Leave me in a vacuum. |
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Blood on all the pistons. |
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Running my transmission. |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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Yeh next stop falling |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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comatose, with no fear of falling. |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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Yeh next stop falling |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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High above, . . . |
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I' ll break the law, . . . |
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if it' s illegal to be in love, . . . |
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leave the hatred, . . on the cross. |
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Yeh, I' ll be hanging upside down, |
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and there I will swing. |
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For all eternity. |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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Yeh next stop falling |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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comatose, with no fear of falling. |
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Feel it rising, . . . |
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Yeh next stop falling |
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Feel it rising. |
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Something never thought you' d be a part of. |