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Traveling in space like a cosmonaut. |
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Requesting signals or just signaling stop. |
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I hold my breath, I feel that sound. |
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Here it comes. |
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Here it comes now. |
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Head down. |
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Burning up, I'm ready now. |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
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I already said it. |
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Call back the medic. |
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I'm sick of feeling copacetic. |
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I pull it all together. |
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Drag my tires through the mud. |
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I'm picking through the pieces with my brain exploding. |
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Swept the night away. |
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Roll the car to safety. |
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Made the xxx mistake. |
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God and Jesus saves. |
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xxx |
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xxx |
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xxxx these revolutionary days. |
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The record of my time. |
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Plays better in rewind. |
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These unforgiving tired lines. |
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Staring at me, migraine shit-eating. |
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Crashing this point home now. |
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Out of my mouth, totally controlled. |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
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I already said it. |
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Send back the medic. |
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I'm sick of feeling copacetic. |
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I pull myself together. |
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Drag my tires through the mud. |
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I'm picking through the pieces with my brain exploding. |
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Swept the night away. |
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Roll the car to safety. |
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Made the xxx mistake. |
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God and Jesus saves. |
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Another sweet and sickening thing. |
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From my open mouth, full of cavities. |
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The lazy morning sun will cast it's light across my shadow. |
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It's all I got left: now it's shit production. |
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When all of this is taken from me. |
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You can't find me, sell me, beat me, break me. |
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It's all in my letter to the higher ups. |
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Get fucked. |
