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Wake up |
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You're gettin' high on your own supply |
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Oh, baby |
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You're still alive when you could've died |
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Woah |
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The world is not around because of you |
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You know I'm not around because of you |
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You've got a mouthful of diamonds |
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And a pocketful of secrets |
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I know you're never telling anyone |
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Because the patterns they control your mind |
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Those patterns take away my time |
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Hello, goodbye |
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Wasted |
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You tell the truth when you could've lied |
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And troubles |
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Are on the rise 'cause you're in disguise |
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Woah |
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And if it isn't me |
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Then pack your bags and leave |
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I wish I could believe those devils won't take you back |
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Out to the salty sea |
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You've got a mouthful of diamonds |
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And a pocketful of secrets |
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I know you're never telling anyone |
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Because the patterns they control your mind |
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Those patterns take away my time |
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Hello, goodbye |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
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I wish I could believe |
