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I've been waitin on the overdrive. |
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Slick and polished on the inside. |
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It ruins feeding time. |
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I'll recover in an empty room. |
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In remission from a real mood. |
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Sit down, ****-up, and wait your turn. |
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Why can't we hide, our secret lives? |
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Why can't we climb, this useless height? |
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You hide your time, so well. |
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Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness. |
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You hide your scars, so well. |
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I'll recover if you want me to. |
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Dig my way out of my black mood. |
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Wait for the sun to fade. |
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Why can't we hide, our useless lives? |
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You hide your time, so well. |
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Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness. |
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You hide your scars, so well. |
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You hide your time, so well. |
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Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness. |
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You hide your scars, so well. |
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And nothing matters anymore. [x6](You...) |
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And nothing matters anymore.(Say...) |
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And nothing matters anymore.(Nothing...) |
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And nothing matters anymore.(You...) |
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And nothing matters anymore.(Say...) |
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And nothing matters anymore.(Nothing...) |
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And nothing matters anymore. |
