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I checked the time, it was almost time |
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A curious smell,an intangible crime |
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I'm washing my clothes,but the stain still grows |
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Cover your eyes,the stain still shows |
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I feel the gaze against my skin |
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I feel the gaze against my skin |
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I know this feeling is a lie |
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I know this feeling is a lie |
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There's a guilt within my mind |
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There's a guilt within my mind |
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I don't need this pressure on |
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Oh i should question not ignore |
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Oh i should question not ignore |
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Songs are always buried deep |
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Songs are always buried deep |
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There's a lion in my arms |
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There is a motion in my arm |
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Oh i should question not ignore |
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I should believe and not ignore |
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I don't need this pressure on |
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You go down,down |
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Pass the talk of town |
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You go down greek street |
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Then it's underground |
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Well it's soho life |
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For this mobile knife |
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It's the place to shoot |
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Friday night beat route |