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Stop dreaming of me dying in violent ways, |
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Can't you see it makes me paranoid? |
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Uh-huh-huh-huh |
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Uh-huh-huh-huh |
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With you it's always violins smashed to cinders |
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With you it's always memories, last chance to winter somewhere brave |
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Yeah, you can be brave and try to explain, but |
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I feel it coming, |
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I don't know what |
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I feel the craving, |
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I don't know what |
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I feel the craving, |
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I Your smile was processed in every other frame |
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In the druggie strobe stop-action effects |
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Your attitude is impossible to dance to |
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I hate myself when you touch me |
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I want to beat you with a killer's ideas |
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Somewhere emotions and my physical heart in bootlegs |