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Tripping over things unsaid in a constant motion |
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I cannot recognize the truth 'cause it's unfamiliar |
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If you didn't have so much left to prove, would it be resistance? |
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Kicking up this cloud of dust till it covers us |
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I had been there and done it a thousand times but never with my eyes open |
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You get what you paid for |
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We can't sell our Goddamn souls anymore, anymore |
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Don't let them give you the runaround again, again |
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It's up to you to make sense of it. Yeah. Talk |
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No one hesitates to taste when they come and throw the feet down |
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If you wanna make haste, keep your feet on the ground |
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I see you coming from a million miles away like a stampede of footsteps |
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Kicking up this cloud of dust till it covers us |
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You can't control what is happen to your heart |
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Till you give it away - till you give it away |
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You get what you paid for |
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We can't sell our Goddamn souls anymore, anymore |
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Don't let them give you the runaround again, again |
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It's up to you to make sense of it |
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So many words flooded in my vacant lie |
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So little space, too little sleep, too little time |
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Tripping over things unsaid in a constant motion |
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I cannot recognize the truth 'cause I've never known it |
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I've never known it - I've never known it - known |
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You get what you paid for |
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We can't sell our Goddamn souls anymore, anymore |
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Don't let them give you the runaround again, again |
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It's up to you to make sense of it |
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I see you coming from a million miles away |
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I see you coming from a million miles away |
