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Just a grain of sand on a thousand beaches |
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Just like dust in the wind |
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Try to understand why |
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I go to pieces |
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Don't know where to begin |
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Got a smokin' hand, nobody knows plan |
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But I can feel it, it's gonna overload |
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It's a greed machine, it means everything |
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I'm gonna have to get it out of my head |
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Got a screaming hand, shadows are all my friends |
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Cause they conceal me when |
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I overload |
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It's a greed machine, it means everything to me |
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I can't conceal it when it overloads |
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I still shine |
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Got a smokin' hand, no one can understand |
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But I can feel it's gonna overload |
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It's a greed machine, it means everything to me |
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I can't conceal it when it overloads |
