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It makes me feel like |
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I'm going crazy |
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And suddenly you don't think good of me |
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Constant volume |
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Buy the lady a drink my friend |
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Spread out the night stand spirit team |
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Now listen here |
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The mark to greet the masquerade is here |
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Violating lovers for their aim |
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And plead for something more |
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The cannot see |
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It makes no different kind of sense |
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That helps me to forget |
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Say 81, the cure for the seventeen kills |
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Mind escaping |
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It brings them through the dead |
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So sorry to be |
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It makes them feel like going crazy |
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For they maim the way you see them think |
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Remember your life before they take you in |
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Dressed up in white and gone on pills |
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Now listen nurse |
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The bottle is empty and |
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I'm feeling worse |
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What's the time and let me see |
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The light of day |
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The night stand spirit team is near |
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You too are welcome, take a face/mask |
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Here's what she said to me |
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Tray 81, the cure for the seventeen kills |
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Mind escaping |
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It brings you through the day |
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So sorry to be.. |
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Like a shark who is seeking for it's trade |
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He sit there dreaming of a woman's scent |
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What is left is in front of his hand |
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Tray 81, the cure... |
