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I can't, I can't take it easily |
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I won't, I won't let it gravel me |
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But I transgress |
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Born into sin, born into current |
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I can't comply to a compliment |
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I won't quietly ask for it |
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And the current still drags me in |
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Slow down, slow down, down, down |
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The pills won't make this go away |
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Our trails stubbornly set in ways to revolt |
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Try to repulse, ohh |
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Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke |
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Your mind being pulled out of your head |
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I won't swallow it logically |
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I see I'm barraged by dollar signs |
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Show me in to permanent sleep, but ohh |
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Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke |
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Your mind being pulled out of your head |
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Noise fills your thoughts |
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Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat |
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Swallow your pride, strychnine's benign |
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Dissolve your cyanide, enchant all my lies |
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Discretely confined, coagulate my designs |
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Am I seeing so clear? |
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Original sin is a hoax |
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Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke |
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Your mind being pulled out of your head |
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Noise fills your thoughts |
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Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat |
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Swallow your pride, strychnine's benign |
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Dissolve your cyanide, enchant all my lies |
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Discretely confined, coagulate my designs |
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Am I seeing so clear? |
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Original sin is a hoax |
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Ready?Tell me where are all the good times? |
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The ones that set us free |
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Tell me where are all the good times? |
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Tell me where are all the good times? |
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I'm a lost cause sailing off course |
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I'll be good for you |
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I'll be waiting for the daze, |
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I've got a handful of the antidote |
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I'm working out, |
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I'm by the head of an angel |
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I can't believe that |
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I'm too blind to see |
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OhTell me where are the good times? |
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Tell me where are the good times? |
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Tell me where are the good times? |
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Tell me where are the good times? |
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Tell me where are the good times? |
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I'm a lost cause sailing off course |
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I'm a lost cause sailing off course |