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What's the sense of running blind |
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If you never know where you go |
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What's the sense of suicide |
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If the crash is all you know |
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I'm a right-down, lower than the low |
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Collecting other people's sins |
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What's the sense, if you got to go |
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If you don't know where you been |
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A classic indication, march out of time |
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A standard application and you're not the kind |
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I'm coming |
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Blessed retribution; head-on, never stall |
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Running, head-on to the wall |
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Unholy damn solution, head-on, never fall |
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Running, head-on to the wall |
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All the promises that you made |
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Made you right with what you did |
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All the freedom that you trade |
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On the block for the highest bid |
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I'm an up here, higher than high-sight |
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On a self inflicted grin |
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With a back-door larger than life-light |
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So you can see where you been |
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C'mon, now baby shine a light on me, |
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Can you see me just a little bit |
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Cleanse you of the sorrow and your misery, |
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Wash away the pain with a hit |
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Tell me what you're waiting for |
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C'mon little lazy take a walk with me |
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Will you reach out will you take my hand |
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C'mon little lazy will you let it be, |
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Or will you walk on to the promised land |
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Tell me what you're waiting for |
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C'mon now baby shine the light on me, |
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Can you use me just a little bit |
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C'mon little lazy will you walk with me, |
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We'll wash away the pain and the shit |
