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There is no pain, my bodies drained |
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I never should of had that fourth slice straight |
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We gathered round, the lost and found |
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But my jerks of attention let me down |
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Well I took the first one, |
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And I pulled it back. |
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And what was once green |
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Had all turned black, had all turned black |
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And there was nothing left to say. |
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I'm ten foot tall, the world's so small |
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I know it all when |
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I'm wasted |
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What you see, inside of me |
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Has been set free when |
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I'm wasted, wasted. |
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I'm getting there, my constant stare |
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And I don't think |
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I'll move from this chair |
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We've got them both, |
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Archers of loaf |
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And the Stone |
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Roses in the stereo |
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Well I took the first one, |
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And I pulled it back. |
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And what was once green |
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Had all turned black, had all turned black |
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And there was nothing left to say. |
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I'm ten foot tall, the world's so small |
|
I know it all when |
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I'm wasted |
|
What you see, inside of me |
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Has been set free when |
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I'm wasted, wasted. |
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I'm ten foot tall, the world's so small |
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I know it all when |
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I'm wasted |
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What you see, inside of me |
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Has been set free when |
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I'm wasted, wasted. |
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Wasted, wasted |
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Wasted, wasted |
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I'm ten foot tall, the world's so small |
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I know it all when |
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I'm wasted |
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What you see, inside of me |
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Has been set free when |
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I'm wasted, wasted. |
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I don't want to be straight, don't want to be straight |
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I don't want to be wasted, wasted, wasted, don't? |
