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I feel like hell, I've caught the sickness once again. |
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And I don't feel right! |
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I ain't gettin' up. Think I'm slippin' away. |
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I wanna soar like the prophets before |
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Addicted to the turbulence. |
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Sucked in under false pretense |
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I wanna say what needs to be said. |
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Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushin' in. |
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These palms don't lie I can't focus, when the statics on |
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Routines I hide don't mind killing this secrets mine. |
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I wanna soar like the prophets before |
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Addicted to the turbulence. |
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Sucked in under false pretense |
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I wanna say what needs to be said. |
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Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushin' in. |
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Got to stop myself I can't take this! |
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When I fall the clouds won't cradle. |
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Oh how tempting they are, make you feel like you have it all. |
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DRIVE ME MAD A FULL ON RAMPAGE! |
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THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE! |
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Without the gospel losing the truth. I'm losing the truth. |
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Gotta stop myself I can't take this! |
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THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE! |
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Without the gospel losing the truth. I'm losing the truth. |
