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Yeah |
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I'm on the verge of something good |
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It's been up my sleeve this whole time, waiting |
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Yeah |
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Another condescending tide |
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I'll just avoid turning completely over |
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Now I |
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I can't relate to your constant static |
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Your lack of remorse is cause for panic |
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No, I can't relay , I never did |
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The worst thing was when I let you in |
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I let you in |
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Yeah |
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You might take a second look |
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It's just a game we play |
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And we all hesitate |
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Yeah |
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My Outlook isn't good |
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But at least I can say I wake up happy |
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Every day |
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Every day |
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I can't relate to your constant static |
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Your lack of remorse is cause for panic |
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No, I can't relay , I never did |
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The worst thing was when I let you in |
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I let you in |
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No |
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This is the bad translation of dictionarys I keep in my head, |
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I read my mind, the cycles that look |
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Sketches that I keep hidden and locked away |
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I can't relate to your constant static |
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Your lack of remorse is cause for panic |
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No, I can't relay , I never did |
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The worst thing was when I let you in |
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I let you in |
