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Down in my head, |
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I like to feel a rollercoaster |
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Blank in my stare, |
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I've got to heal the supernova |
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I've been sitting with a riddle that |
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I couldn't use |
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I've been stopping 'cause |
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I didn't know what to do |
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When everybody go go go... |
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Here I wash the sun with my dirty hands |
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Truth within her is watching me find myself again ' |
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Cause I need me now |
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And I'll never stop |
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What I've never known inside will come alive for sure |
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You're not a |
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Marilyn! Down where |
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I used to live |
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I see them reaching to kill off the new moon "What a man! Adore the king! Black as CO2!" |
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Guess they all need therapy |
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Little man was talking in me "I want your money, money, you got to pay me to sing! Yeah" |
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Smudge it so no one can read it no more |
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Fuck it, I don't want him near me no more |
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Here I wash the sun with my dirty hands |
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Truth within her is watching me find myself again ' |
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Cause I need me now |
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And I'll never stop |
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What I've never known resides in everything that's pure |
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Here I wash the sun with my dirty hands |
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Truth within her is watching me find myself again ' |
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Cause I need me now |
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And I'll never stop |
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What I'll find |
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I don't know but there's one thing that's for sure |
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You're not a |
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Marilyn! |
