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Back to sloth and sleeping binges |
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Self defeating outburst, cringes |
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Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges |
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Lost that box of clean syringes |
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Stuck to the ceiling I'm in view |
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Can't shake the notion I'm becoming you |
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The look from above same as below |
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Sign up for high, free dose of low |
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The Jig is up, I'm the one |
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Manipulate the ones I love |
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Light my path, reveal the beacon |
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Where's my balance |
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Can't stop thinking |
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Can't stop thinking |
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Can't stop thinking |
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Stop |
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I wear my soul on my sleeve at night |
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(Searching for substance) |
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I lose control of my autonomic mind |
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(Waiting for the impulse) |
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And I saw the rage burning in your eyes |
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(Your thoughts intangible) |
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Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed |
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(Around the winding road) |
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Hang on, hang on |
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Don't lose composure now |
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Hang on hang on |
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Feed into the miracle |
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Don't be fucking cynical |
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Hang on, hang on |
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Don't lose composure now |
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Hang on hang on |
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Girl don't be so difficult |
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Come here let's get physical |
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Sinus pressure getting older |
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I like weight upon my shoulders |
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Here I live inside this cd |
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Tell your friends he's super creepy |
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Weirded out a simple human |
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Confused by words arrange and move them |
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Into spaces no apparent meaning |
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Eat this song your ears are greedy |
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Cut out this conversation, desperation, now |
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Losing admiration, holding onto accidents |
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(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim) |
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What have I done, what have I done? |
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(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm) |
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That calls for your attention? |
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(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim) |
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What have I done, what have I done? |
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(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm) |
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That keeps you hanging on? |
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I wear my soul on my sleeve at night |
|
(Searching for substance) |
|
I lose control of my autonomic mind |
|
(Waiting for the impulse) |
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And I saw the rage burning in your eyes |
|
(Your thoughts intangible) |
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Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed |
|
(Around the winding road) |
|
Hang on, hang on |
|
Don't lose composure now |
|
Hang on hang on |
|
Feed into the miracle |
|
Don't be fucking cynical |
|
Hang on, hang on |
|
Don't lose composure now |
|
Hang on hang on |
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Girl don't be so difficult |
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Come here let's get physical |
