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Who could tell, I love a pale complexion |
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The buzz that I could use a wrong direction |
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And you promised not to promise me |
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A world of hot Mythology, if so |
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It's just the brain |
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Into the veins |
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And all the fake realities |
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And all the stupid jealousies |
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And all the false apologies that came |
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It's just the brain, in the brain |
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Into the veins, in the veins |
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Drunk on the blood of the Saints |
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It's just the brain |
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You know, a blister could do this gal a favour |
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Lust can turn into immoral behaviour |
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And I promise not to promise you |
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A Social Anhedonia, to boot |
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It's just the brain |
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Into the veins |
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And all the fake realities |
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And all the stupid jealousies |
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And all the false apologies that came |
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'I promise' doesn't mean a thing |
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If you don't believe in anything |
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7 different daggers in my mind |
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And you're damaged by the ones you can't let go |
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Tell me something else that I don't know |
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Something I don't know |
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It just the brain, into the veins |
