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Tuesday wakes up silent |
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And there aren't enough pills to sleep(Cut out) |
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Like a miswired shortwave radio |
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It's overBut nothing can change to make this right(Cut out) |
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When you live in a nightmare |
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It's written all over your face |
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And in a short time |
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You're never the same again |
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The distance is streamlined |
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Between decision and defense |
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Disorient the senses |
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Loss of identity |
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No one to trust |
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No one to trust(Life runs through this trade) |
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I am no killer |
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But I still hide my face |
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In the coming days |
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I wake up every morning |
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From the same dream(I kill it) |
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But you can't change the letters when the ink dries |
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I woke up on a sidewalk |
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And everything just changed |
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Now the lights are blinking |
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But I can't see anything(Life runs through this trade) |
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I am no killer |
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I still hide my face |
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In the coming days(Life runs through this trade) |
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I am no killer(I still hide my face) |
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Everything's falling apart |
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Everything's falling apart |
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Everything's falling apart |
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Crumpled paper, crushed tin cans |
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Broken bottles, paper scraps |
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We're all the same |
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We're all the same |
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Paper scraps |
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We're all the same |
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We're all the same |
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We all are the same |
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We are all the same |
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We are all the same(I am no killer) |
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And in a short time |
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You're never the same again |
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The distance is streamlined |
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Between decision and[Incomprehensible] |
