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It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control |
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Sounds in my head that might never come out |
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Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate |
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How do you pluck them out? |
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Oh, these are the stories that will never unfold |
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All of the characters cast in stone |
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Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them |
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They've all faded away |
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Oh, I'm a child, oh, I'm a baby |
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I can change my mind |
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Like any other genius |
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This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit |
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Suppressing the violent side |
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That ego can override |
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Suppressing the violent side |
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That ego can override |
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Oh, oh, as a child, as a baby |
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As a phenomenon, as a meteorite |
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Burned out in the galaxy |
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Where the parking lots are oh, so bright |
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Suppressing the violent side |
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That ego can override |
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Suppressing the violent side |
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That ego can override |
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Ego |
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Override |
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Ego |
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Override |
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Suppressing the violent side |
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That ego can override |
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Suppressing the violent side |
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That ego can override |
